Bunnies of Destiny

The plot bunny.



We all have them. Those furry little creatures who invade our dreams and sometimes waking hours, begging us to pick them up and squeeze their soft little bodies next to our cheeks and nurture them.

Beware the plot bunny.

It can suck you down into the rabbit hole of despair and take you on a trek that even Alice couldn't survive. Taking you away from stories you need to finish and ensuring that you've blown every possible deadline you can imagine. That's its job. To twitch its little nose at you in that oh so cutesie way until you can't ignore it a second longer, but go chasing after it as it races down the cabbage patch of scenes and chapters.

But wait. What is that in between rows of characters? Oh, My God...it's another one!

And then you look, but one bunny has gone the way of the lake and the other has taken off toward the forest. At this point the bunnies can't even be married together. They have taken divergent paths and must be kept separate for all eternity. Damn bunnies. Selfish, mean-spirited....awww look at this baby one right over here. It's just a tiny one. He won't eat much or take up much time. He's probably only good for a novella anyhow.




Beware that cute little bunny most of all. For even the ones who are small and unassuming can grow to the size of War and Peace...or even a series as long as The Wheel of Time.




If a friend offers to give you a bunny, or send one your way- are they really a friend? You might want to ask yourself this question and contemplate it carefully. Once you have a plot bunny infestation, it is very hard to get rid of. Only time hunched over a keyboard and staring at screen will rid you of their multiplying numbers. It's true. I've seen it happen. I've also been a victim. I still am...for I hear one rustling in the corner behind me as I type.

Oh, please merciful God in heaven, let it only be passing through. I have enough of you in my hutch already.

-Kate

Where have you been, Wendy?

Hi. I haven't actually been asked where I have been, but I am sure people have been wondering. Writing used to be a giant part of my life. After I decided to take writing seriously, I started promoting myself as an author which meant my name was everywhere. Not so much anymore. I haven't even been posting on Facebook, talking to my author friends, or blogging lately.

Why not? If you read my posts you probably already know that I'm in college and work. I also have an internship at a law firm. Besides that, I'm a single mom. So when I'm not doing all of the stuff required for college or work, I'm hanging out with my teenagers. Writing has taken a backseat in my life.

To add to all of the craziness going on, my power cord to my laptop died. My son's computer didn't have any word programs so I had to track one down. Money is limited these days so I had to come up with either a new cord or a word program without forking out the money. And nope... I didn't steal the program off the Internet either. A very good friend offered me a copy to put on my son's computer even though I prefer having my power cord replaced. All my books are on there.

Anyway, back to the writing issue. It has always annoyed me when writers would complain and whine that they didn't have enough time to write. I used to be busier then than I am now and managed to write 5 books in a year. "How do you do it?" writers often asked me. I always explained to them my 5 minute rule. Sit your butt down (or stand at a counter and type between stirring dinner if that's what it takes) for 5 minutes. I made myself do that every single day no matter what. It forced me in the habit of writing. When I didn't write, I felt like my day wasn't complete. More often than not, I ended up writing for more than 5 minutes.

So why aren't I writing now? During the week I'm exhausted. My job has my physically drained Monday through Friday. My school has me mentally drained during the week as well. When I have time to sit down and write during the week, I can't. The weekends are another issue. I have the time to write. And I just don't. I have turned into one of those whiny writers. Every Saturday and Sunday I can come up with other things I should be doing besides writing! Here, my friends, is where I am declaring my goal. I will not be one of those writers who irritate me because I will write for at least 5 minutes every single Saturday and Sunday!

Talk to you soon,

Wendy Ely

www.lyricalpress.com/wendy_ely

Come on In, Boys...the Water's Fine!

I made a very cool discovery recently. My books are appealing to men! As my paranormal romance novels have turned darker, my audience has widened and that is a very good thing!

Welcome to my world, all you Testosterone filled readers! Seems I'm tapping into new territory...horror readers, dark fantasy, dark paranormal readers...and as one male reader said, "I go for your fiction that is a little farther out there." Best compliment I've received in a long time! So nice for him to write me and give me feedback. I truly appreciate it when I hear from readers. He also gave me some great advice:

"As long as you are writing what makes yourself happy, it will show through your work. That's what makes people so talented, they are just doing what makes themselves happy, and the end product is usually amazing, and other people dig it."

Thank you, Mike! You go down in my book as my first male reader. Anyone else out there?

Genre blending has always been something I'm inclined to do and now I'm experiencing some growing pains with it. Some good stretching pains and some not so good from readers who feel my writing has turned a little too dark. While I'm gaining new readers, I'm also losing a few but that is how we as writers find our true audience.

I can't feel bad about it. I just sold my 1848th book since Circle City released in late March. I could get used to this new audience.

Spread love,
Alisha

Magolescence Out Now!

Magolescence is out now from eXtasy books! Click here to get your copy. Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite:

Shane swallowed hard. Was he going to be a man and tell Joel how he really felt or was he going to back out like he always did? They had cock played plenty of times, so asking Joel to be with him while naked was nothing new. It's just that they had never held hands or kissed or hugged, stuff real lovers did. Joel knew this. Shane had made it clear that friends could be naked but couldn't be intimate together. That was the golden rule, wasn't it? Friends were there for mutual jack-offs and slaps on the arse. In truth, Shane wanted to be intimate…he was just scared.

While Shane was contemplating any course of action, they both went into the bathroom proper. In that moment, Joel reached out and grabbed Shane by his hand, clasping him tight.

Shane was taken aback. "Joel?" he whispered.

The bathroom was small and he began to feel claustrophobic. Or was that because he was so stunned by what had just transpired it felt like the walls were closing in all around him? Then again, his cock stirred into action and he could feel the silk of his boxers rise up to reveal the fact that his body deceived his words.

"I've got a confession to make, mate. And seeing as it's your birthday, I've decided it's time to let you know how I really feel about you."

Joel came closer, grabbing both of Shane's hands. "What? This isn't like you…I mean, you've never been so forward with me before, even when we've mucked around." But Shane didn't pull away. He enjoyed Joel's touch, the feel of his hands in his. It was…intimate.

"That's where you're wrong. This is exactly like me." Joel smiled, revealing his eyeteeth. Fuck, he was cute when he did that. Shane's stomach tingled with flitters of anxiety and nerves. His cock hardened. "I--I want to be with you, Shane. I mean. Oh, fucking hell, you'd think this would be easy seeing as I've known you so long. I mean…I want you to be my boyfriend."

Shane felt a wave of emotion wash over him. Confusion, doubt and curiosity among them, all vying for supremacy within. Yet, he was happy. "You're having me on. Stop it. You know how I feel about you so why toy with me like this? I don't care if we touch each other, but no intimacy, remember."

"You remember the night we kissed?" Joel came even closer to him. So close he could feel his breath tickle his lips. Shane's hands trembled, and in that moment he knew Joel could feel that, too. He couldn't hide his emotions any longer.

"Sort of. I was kind of plastered," Shane admitted.

"I wasn't." Joel bought his lips closer, brushing Shane's.

Mixed emotions once more rose up like the butterflies in his stomach. "What do you mean? Didn't you…drink?"

"No. I wanted you, Shane. Then and now."

"I don't understand. Why tell me this today?"

"Why? 'Cause I'm a pillow biter and I want you and I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I love guys, Shane. I'm a boy lover, a mother fucking gay boy, you hear?"

Shane didn't know what to say. He wanted to be the one to come out to Joel, not the other way around. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the man. There was a long moment of silence, broken only by the drip of water from the shower rose.

After a long moment, Shane offered a quivering smile, looking into Joel's eyes. He saw conviction, but above all, he saw both love and a desire he understood.

He hadn't let Joel go. They were still holding hands, their fingers locked in a wonderful yet sweaty grip. "So what's changed?" Shane said slowly.

Joel lowered his gaze. "I want more than just cheap thrills. I want…I want to, oh fuck me, I want to be with you always, Shane."

Another Milestone! 1732 Books Sold!!!!!!

Today I'm celebrating another milestone! I crossed over the 1700 mark! Thank you to all my wonderful readers and all my very supportive author friends and family! I am reading and enjoying all of my fan mail and promise to write to every single one of you.

Thank you to our kind mailman for dropping off the mail bag with all the reader fan mail. I can't believe he had to make a special trip. I'll be sure to do something special for him this Christmas with all his trips to my house delivering books, mail and promotional items.

To keep everyone updated....I'm still waiting to hear back on the agent interested in pitching Circle City as an HBO series. I will let you know as soon as I hear back.

Spread love,
Alisha

Almost 1600 Ebooks Sold!!!!

In four short months, I've sold close to 1600 ebooks at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords!

My paranormal romance, Circle City: Lord of the Wolfen is currently a bestseller in the UK!!! As of this writing, it is #22 across the pond! It has hit the bestseller's list several times in the US as well. The Hour Glass Witch has also hit the bestseller's list in the US and the UK!

The best thing about living the Indie Dream is that I have total control over creativity, cover art, release dates and price! And the second best thing is that the Gatekeepers are MY WONDERFUL READERS. Not agents. Not editors who give us what they think we want to read. Readers. Readers decide what they want to read. They spread the word.

Indie = Freedom for both author and reader! The best of two worlds!!!!

A big thank you to all my readers in the US, the UK and my one lonely reader in Germany!! Where are you? I'd love to hear from you! I answer each and every fan letter! Write me at alishapaigewilson@yahoo.com.

I hope all my friends in the US had a wonderful 4th of July!

~Spread Love,
Alisha