The Day in the Life of a Writer
Greetings everyone! My dear
friend, Iyana Jenna, who has graciously invited me to come visit her (thank
you!) asked me to write about what a day in the life of a writer is like. I
thought it was a great idea, so I promised her I would do it.
I’m not a full time writer
(I wish), but to be honest, neither are a lot of the writers we love. So, with
that in mind, I’m going to tell you what a Monday is like for me. Why a Monday,
you ask? Well, because at the moment that I am writing this it is Monday. LOL
Without further ado, let me
introduce you to: A Monday in the life of Elyzabeth M. VaLey
6:30 am: Wake up, wake up,
wake up! Time to walk the dog, (my sister walks the other one, so that plural
is not a mistake *wink*), have breakfast, feed the cat, feed the dogs shower
and get ready to go to my course. Did I mention pack some lunch and a thermos
with coffee?
The Dogs
6:40-7:10am: Walk the dog
and let the muse run wild. A lot of my stories come to me when I’m out walking.
Blind Beauty was one of them. I had
been walking the dog (the black Labrador), when I saw Soussanna the witch (from
the Golden Cock) and her daughter in
a scene. I can’t tell you too much about that particular scene because it
doesn’t happen in this book, but I can share that it was where James’s name
first came up.
8:15 am: Nap time on the
bus.
9:00 am: A little more
commute- This time on the subway. Too sleepy to think much.
9:30- 15:30: Course time.
I’m currently doing a CELTA course to become an English teacher to speakers of
other languages. *smiles* (Lunch and library time goes into this slot too.)
15:30 to 16:00: To work. If
I haven’t eaten, then grab something. Otherwise, check emails on the phone
while in the metro.
16:00-21:00: Day job, blegh.
Fortunately, it’s not a very demanding job, so if I have time I write a little,
do class work, etc.
21:00- 22:45 Commute! First the
subway: I usually chat with my sister (we work together); Then the bus: I
either write on my notebook, my phone or whatever is handy, TBH. I also use the
time to catch up on my reading. Finally the walk: 15 minutes of walking home,
usually spent chatting with my sister again (sometimes thinking about the story
I was just writing on the bus).
The notebook I used to create James’s and
Richard’s character profile.
22:45-0:00: Walk the dogs
(story thinking time!), light dinner, talk with my mom and if I’m not too tired
go online for a bit (Facebook, Twitter, emails, so on and so forth) and write.
0:30-1:00am: Sleep.
And that my friends, is for
the moment, what my Mondays look like. Tuesdays are different because I don’t
have any classes, but that’s another story for another day. *wink*
Blurb:
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a
secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning
his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child,
mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path
than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard
Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good
man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping
muscles and brute strength. Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting
rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will
both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the
possibility of happiness?
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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title
by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank
sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime
after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of
passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo
sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Excerpt:
He climbed atop
his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it
molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his
body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered
huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against
Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange
position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction
Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow
flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the
urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof
prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down
as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath
was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a
shiver.
“I know.” Richard
chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up
during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily
again.”
James wished he
didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the
thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was
too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat
again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up
tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the
length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his
imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It
didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men.
They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been
rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more
pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his
flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into
thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in
reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of
conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith
was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by
now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his
mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and
outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and
throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his
mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel
like?
Flesh both silky
and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing.
They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched,
the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth
together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He
scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had
occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he
trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t
want him. The thief. That’s right,
Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith
skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he
was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.
Thank you for having me, Iyana! <3
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