Next Project--Escape from Eros
Happy Tuesday and welcome back to the blog! Huge thanks to everyone who came out last week to help me celebrate the release of Lucien! For those of you who've read my latest release, you may be interested in a few facts about the book and its... creation.
This week I'm back at the desk to get down to work. Things populating the weekly and daily to-do lists include: wrapping up a contract/consulting job, school and homework (yikes how many lectures and quizzes are on tap for this week? But *groan* it's only the second week of classes!), cleanup duty at the homestead (yes, I agree it's time to take down the Christmas decorations--preferably before Easter gets here), and chugging through writing the next book in the production schedule.
The current manuscript is tentatively titled, Escape from Eros. It's an amusing tale about Caleb and Serafina--two people who poke, prod, and generally go out of their way to annoy the living daylights out of each other. Why would they do that? (Great question!--and one I ask them often) The answer goes like this... because they can. Digging a little deeper into the characters--but not too deep because I just had a manicure--I discovered a more convoluted answer (and we all know how much I love convoluted)... they annoy the daylights out of each other because... she wants something he has and he has no intention of giving it to her. No, no, get your mind out of the gutter--yes, he does have THAT and he'd be more than willing to give THAT to her if she asked, but she's not asking for THAT. Instead, it goes like this...
Serafina is a high society columnist on the hunt for an interview with reclusive mega-wealthy, reportedly extremely eligible, bachelor, Charles Alexander Lennox IV (think here Bruce Wayne type of recluse and mega wealthy--ya know, Batman). You'd think that'd be an easy thing for someone of Serafina's tenacious, bulldog like nature to snag an interview... and it would, except for every time she gets close to her mark... a wall of muscle appears in the form of said mark's occasional bodyguard, Caleb.
According to the 850+ blog posts Serafina wrote which will never be published... Caleb is an annoying, cocky, arrogant, scrump-diddle-E-icious bad boy who overuses the word babe and has an intense dislike of gossip columnists. (Oye, that's the nicest way I can describe it.) The story naturally goes from bad to worse, when Caleb is "assigned" to escort Serafina to the tropical island of Eureka to meet with another reclusive--albeit quite older-- wealthy gentleman, Archimedes Johnson--the bad to worse part happens when they walk into Archimedes house and find him dead on the carpet (OMG, this carpet is ruined!). Next thing you know, Caleb and Serafina are running for their lives and wind up... *see me snickering because I'm evil like that*... escaping Eureka with a pack of angry co-ed tourists on their way to the next island over.
Welcome to Eros! Home of the world renowned Eros Resort! Where we specialize in rekindling the fire, passion, and intimacy in your marriage... that's right folks--It's time for couples' therapy! No singles allowed! Which leaves me with one burning question in my mind... Will Caleb and Serafina Escape from Eros with their heart, mind, body, and soul intact after spending almost a week attending therapy session after therapy session all designed to breach the chasms that separate a husband and wife (even pretend ones) from true marital bliss?
Yeah. Um, at this point in the manuscript, answering that question is a coin toss.
I'd like to say yes, they'll make it, but after the last scene--it's doubtful. Because after spending hours with these two characters I'm more inclined to say they'll end up killing each other before the end of chapter 3. Especially after Serafina finds out Caleb's secret and--wow, ohmiword, I'm dreading being in Caleb's point of view when Serafina drops her bombshell. Oooooh, what a demented tale I've woven. I love it. Absolutely love it. And I can't wait to share it with you.
When's that going to be, you ask? Soon. I'll be back with a progress update--I'm thinking at the end of this week. But until then, I'm sending y'all something to tide you over... a visual on Caleb. (And oh yeah, you better believe this picture is going into a scene.)
*chills run up my spine* That look screams to me... "Revenge will be had. As will you. Babe."
Moooooohahahahahahahahaha. Oh, it's days like these when it's good to be an author.
Until next time... when I've hopelly had more sleep and blogger decides to be nicer to me about saving drafts of the post after I fix typos... lol
~Elijana
- There are 2 dramatically different versions of Lucien's story that live on my hard drive. As we speak, a grave is being dug in an undisclosed location in my back yard for the version that (I'm planning) will never see the light of day again.
- Luc's grandfather has a personal motto that resembles something my great-grandmother told me often in my formative years that sounds something like this... Speak your mind, because if you don't it'll come out one way or another--usually in the form of a pimple. (Explains so much about Gramps' complexion, doesn't it?)
- I had a boyfriend in college (years ago during the first round at university) who read the first draft of Lucien then said to me... Don't be predictable. I took that, ran with it, and now you know why I don't do sequins. ;-)
- Moonbeam's opinion on the fine institution of marriage... was once a viewpoint I used during an... a... discussion. Yeah, we'll go with that. A discussion.
- Family dynamics. Look, I write what I know. And now you know why I don't bring friends to family reunions. Or holiday functions. Because when I do... let's just say... been there, done that, and the first time was where the phrase "shocked stupid" entered my vocabulary.
And there ya go. A glimpse into my insanity--um, I mean, Lucien's background and creation.
This week I'm back at the desk to get down to work. Things populating the weekly and daily to-do lists include: wrapping up a contract/consulting job, school and homework (yikes how many lectures and quizzes are on tap for this week? But *groan* it's only the second week of classes!), cleanup duty at the homestead (yes, I agree it's time to take down the Christmas decorations--preferably before Easter gets here), and chugging through writing the next book in the production schedule.
The current manuscript is tentatively titled, Escape from Eros. It's an amusing tale about Caleb and Serafina--two people who poke, prod, and generally go out of their way to annoy the living daylights out of each other. Why would they do that? (Great question!--and one I ask them often) The answer goes like this... because they can. Digging a little deeper into the characters--but not too deep because I just had a manicure--I discovered a more convoluted answer (and we all know how much I love convoluted)... they annoy the daylights out of each other because... she wants something he has and he has no intention of giving it to her. No, no, get your mind out of the gutter--yes, he does have THAT and he'd be more than willing to give THAT to her if she asked, but she's not asking for THAT. Instead, it goes like this...
Serafina is a high society columnist on the hunt for an interview with reclusive mega-wealthy, reportedly extremely eligible, bachelor, Charles Alexander Lennox IV (think here Bruce Wayne type of recluse and mega wealthy--ya know, Batman). You'd think that'd be an easy thing for someone of Serafina's tenacious, bulldog like nature to snag an interview... and it would, except for every time she gets close to her mark... a wall of muscle appears in the form of said mark's occasional bodyguard, Caleb.
According to the 850+ blog posts Serafina wrote which will never be published... Caleb is an annoying, cocky, arrogant, scrump-diddle-E-icious bad boy who overuses the word babe and has an intense dislike of gossip columnists. (Oye, that's the nicest way I can describe it.) The story naturally goes from bad to worse, when Caleb is "assigned" to escort Serafina to the tropical island of Eureka to meet with another reclusive--albeit quite older-- wealthy gentleman, Archimedes Johnson--the bad to worse part happens when they walk into Archimedes house and find him dead on the carpet (OMG, this carpet is ruined!). Next thing you know, Caleb and Serafina are running for their lives and wind up... *see me snickering because I'm evil like that*... escaping Eureka with a pack of angry co-ed tourists on their way to the next island over.
Welcome to Eros! Home of the world renowned Eros Resort! Where we specialize in rekindling the fire, passion, and intimacy in your marriage... that's right folks--It's time for couples' therapy! No singles allowed! Which leaves me with one burning question in my mind... Will Caleb and Serafina Escape from Eros with their heart, mind, body, and soul intact after spending almost a week attending therapy session after therapy session all designed to breach the chasms that separate a husband and wife (even pretend ones) from true marital bliss?
Yeah. Um, at this point in the manuscript, answering that question is a coin toss.
I'd like to say yes, they'll make it, but after the last scene--it's doubtful. Because after spending hours with these two characters I'm more inclined to say they'll end up killing each other before the end of chapter 3. Especially after Serafina finds out Caleb's secret and--wow, ohmiword, I'm dreading being in Caleb's point of view when Serafina drops her bombshell. Oooooh, what a demented tale I've woven. I love it. Absolutely love it. And I can't wait to share it with you.
When's that going to be, you ask? Soon. I'll be back with a progress update--I'm thinking at the end of this week. But until then, I'm sending y'all something to tide you over... a visual on Caleb. (And oh yeah, you better believe this picture is going into a scene.)
*chills run up my spine* That look screams to me... "Revenge will be had. As will you. Babe."
Moooooohahahahahahahahaha. Oh, it's days like these when it's good to be an author.
Until next time... when I've hopelly had more sleep and blogger decides to be nicer to me about saving drafts of the post after I fix typos... lol
~Elijana
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