Wednesday, July 30, 2014
First story: I'm sitting in a small private dining room in the basement of Amsterdam Cafe which, despite its name, is located not in Amsterdam at all but in Auburn, Alabama. I'm with about 14 or 15 other writerly types, current and former members of my local writing group. We've gathered to very sadly say farewell to one of the group's founding members as he and his wife move to a small town in Arkansas. I have just realized that my $35 entree consists of four small grilled scallops and a miniscule swath of risotto artfully spread across a ridiculously large platter.
Amidst my dearth of entree, there were many Arkansas jokes, hog calls, and hillbilly references because, you know, when one lives in Alabama one takes whatever chance one can to ridicule other places rather than being made fun of oneself.
I was telling my friends Matt and Julia about Stephen King's Dark Tower series, which I recently finished for the first time. Doesn't matter if you are or aren't a SK fan, here's the interesting thing: About midway through this series, he writes himself into the books...as himself....writing the books. It's all very mind-boggling, but imagine it this way. Harry Potter is searching for Lord Voldemort and discovers a book called "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," and it's his story, written by a woman named JK Rowling, who doesn't even live in the same world he does.
Harry's seriously freaked out. Is he not real, or his world, or his story? Was he born in the imagination of this strange woman in another time and place and world? Or was the author just the conduit, channeling stories from God or a muse or Gan or whatever?
This happens in the Dark Tower series, except the characters discover the books--their stories--written by this guy named Stephen King. They use a magical door to hop on over to our world, to Maine, and chat with their creator or channeler, whichever it might be. Of course, other things happen and it becomes a Stephen King novel with big hairy man-eating spiders and splattering eyeballs, but that's beside the point.
Here's the second story. I'm working on revisions for Pirate's Alley, the fourth book in my Sentinels of New Orleans series. I'm about three-quarters of the way through and I'm chuckling over some lines I thought were clever, and there's an explosion, and my characters crawl their way to safety, turn the corner of the half-destroyed building...and come upon two other characters having a fight.
I do not remember writing the scene that follows. I have no recollection of bringing that particular character back into the story after sending him into hiding in the first chapter. I have no idea what happens next.
Who the heck wrote that scene? Stephen King?
Anyway, it brought me back to the question of the Dark Tower, of the relationship between creator and creation, between author and character, between imagination and story and which chicken comes before which egg.
Which is apropos of nothing except it felt really bizarre to read a scene that I must have written but don't remember. Has that happened to you? I'm blaming lack of sleep!
And this weekend, by the way, Hoover Public Library (Birmingham area) is the place to be! On Friday night, beginning at 7 p.m., author Lauren Willig will speak as part of the "Love in the Library" program, followed by a panel discussion of...something, I'm not sure what...with authors Beatriz Williams, Abbi Glines, and, well, me, followed by a book-signing. On Saturday at 1 p.m., there will be a panel with authors Angela N. Blount, Betty Bolte, Jillian Chantal, Larynn Ford, Christine Glover, Julie Johnstone, Aidee Ladnier, Naima Simone and Meda White. Followed by a big blowout book signing. It's all free, so come on out! You can find out more here or on the event's Facebook page.
Monday, July 28, 2014
In between writing steamy love scenes, I often turn to social media for a little distraction and, of course, to interact with readers and friends. My guilty pleasure is taking quizzes. You know the kind that indicate which Disney Princess you’re most like, or which True Blood character you’d be. I thought it’d be fun to make one for a few of the heroes in my books. So, enjoy! And leave a comment as to which hero would be your true love!
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
In her own bed.
Damn. Where am I and how did I end up here? Double damn.
Her last memory? The bar. Jed’s Place. She’d received a tip from her source that her suspect had slithered inside. Arriving a few minutes later, she kept an eye on him and his cohorts for a couple of hours. Posing as a customer, she shot a couple of games of eight ball with some of the regulars.
Her eyes narrowed. Her head pounded as she recalled the next events.
Nothing stood out until . . . the asshole from the pool table sidled up way too close behind her and tried to score points by offering shooting tips. She stretched up on her tiptoes to line up the winning shot. His groin pressed tight against her bottom. His hands slid down her arms to her wrists as he whispered, “Let me give you a hand there, little lady.”
Without flinching, she purred, “I’m not little, I’m nobody’s lady, and I don’t need your help.” She slammed the butt end of the cue stick into his ribs, and with the same smooth motion came back to make a perfect shot and win her third game of the night. She straightened from the table with a satisfied grin.
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Monday, July 14, 2014
I'll be sending my newsletter out on Tuesday, July 15th. Subscribers will receive "bonus material" not found anywhere else. The full lyrics to Play With My Heart will be included. You can sign up on my website at MedaWhite.com.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Life can be really confusing at times, but there are circumstances where we bring it on ourselves. We use words that have multiple meanings with the same spelling: tea, shower, scale, windy, read, above… Or the words sounds the same with different meanings: two, to, or too; and their, there, or they’re.
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
|The son of one of my giveaway |
winners. He confiscated the robot
toy inside my prize package.
And through it all, I have to say a special thank you to my chapter mates at Southern Magic. I've only been a member for a little over a year, but I was welcomed from day one. Being able to run away once a month and be surrounded by other writers who can laugh over my awkward moments with me, as well as celebrate my triumphs, has meant everything.
I look back on joining Southern Magic as a defining moment in my life. I didn't start to actively think of myself as a writer when my first short story was published over a year ago. It was when I started coming to local Southern Magic meetings that I recognized a change within myself. I was stepping out and making a choice in my future by becoming part of a group who study the craft of writing, who practice the art of writing, and who live the life of writing. I am a better person for meeting all of you. And a better writer.
Thank you. <3
AIDEE LADNIER is a writer who loves quirky characters. You can visit her website at http://www.aideeladnier.com or meet her at some of her favorite social media sites:
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Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, fold origami, send ping pong balls into space, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Friday, July 04, 2014
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
I caught up with Jess at the Romantic Times Convention where she was hosting a panel on writing erotic historicals.