Sunlight Sucks

Welcome to Sunlight Sucks, erotic romance author Lex Valentine’s blog. This has been Lex’s blog since before Lex was Lex, back in the days when she was just Winter, blogging here and writing in an online serial story called The...
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No NaNo

Seems like almost everyone I know is doing NaNoWriMo. I just can’t. I write in such fits and starts that doing 1500 words a day wouldn’t be possible. And falling behind (even if I know in my head I would probably be able to catch up) would be depressing. I don’t need anything that depresses me and might keep me from writing.

At the moment I’m on a writing roll and I probably am doing close to 1500 words or more a day. I write at lunch which can produce about 500-1000 words depending on whether or not I get interrupted or distracted. (No one ever heeds the Do Not Disturb sign on the back of my chair!)

I’ve got several WIPs I’m juggling all at the same time but that’s nothing new. I’ve always juggled a few at a time. I’m trying to make sure I keep posting little bits on my Facebook Author Page in order to get or keep people interested in me.

I know that GRL was supposed to be uplifting but somehow, for me, it had the opposite affect overall. That post I wrote about falling into relative obscurity? GRL made me feel even more like I am just spinning my wheels at this writing gig. There’s just a lot of people who don’t know who I am and while I know that with my head it doesn’t stop me wondering about what happened at GRL. Honestly, there were people who I talk to online who just walked past me there as if they didn’t see my big ole banner with my name on it. I know those events can be overwhelming, but…just but. *sigh* I felt invisible and I think it made me even more determined to finish up all my obligations (which will realistically take a couple of years) and then retire this pen name. I doubt I’ll stop writing but Lex doesn’t seem to be an author with a good fanbase anymore so it’s probably time to let her go and seek some change. After I complete said obligations…

With retirement of the pen name firmly in my sights as a goal for sometime in the next few years, I do have lots to write before the name says goodbye. So here’s a snippet from Save Your Love. (My Facebook page has a snippet of The King of Dick Lit.)

The engine of the car was fully engulfed in flames when a fire truck pulled up. I stared morosely at the car as hunky firemen hastened to put out the fire. One man managed to open the hood and they sprayed the engine compartment with foam. Foam, not water. Jesus. That meant the fire had been electrical. With a sigh, I waited for the flames to turn to smoke and then walked slowly through the rows of artichokes toward my totaled car.

A fireman came toward me. As he neared, he pulled off his helmet and ruffled his dark gold spikes. Something about the movement sent my senses spinning. I squinted at him, wishing the sun wasn’t behind him so I could see his face.

“That your car?” he called out.

The voice turned my spinning senses into an out and out spiral. In the space of a few seconds, I was eighteen again, my heart thudding so hard I thought my chest would burst open.

“Matt?”

The fireman’s confident stride stumbled. “Jared?”

Joy flooded me. There was no other way to describe the sensation. Even my fingernails felt ecstatic.

“Matt!” I dropped my bag in the dust of the field and rushed toward him, throwing my arms around him. My face pressed into the space just under his ear. “Matt!”

One hand cupped my ass, pulling me against him and the other grabbed my hip and squeezed. “Holy shit! Jared! What the fuck are you doing here? Why didn’t you call?”

He hugged me hard and then pulled back, sneaking a quick glance over his shoulder. I reluctantly stepped back. I had no idea if Matt was out at work and I didn’t want to unintentionally out him if he wasn’t.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I murmured, unable to look away from his handsome soot stained face.

He flicked one dark gold brow up and pointedly gazed at my car. “You sure did that.”

A nervous chuckle escaped me. “Pyrotechnics have never really been my thing.”

My inspiration this week came from a little British movie whose American title is Tonight You’re Mine.

Check out the trailer here. Luke Treadaway just bypassed Jared Rackler in my head for inspiration of the week.

The movie has a Facebook page. I liked it. You should check out the movie and if it inspires you, like the page! I’m off to find the soundtrack now. Just to keep the inspiration rolling, yanno. Even if I’m not doing NaNo. ;)

Have a great Monday!

 

 

6 Responses to “No NaNo”

  1. martymankins says:

    I am dping NaNoWriMo this year (did it last year, too but fell way short) and am way behind (barely under 10k words so far) but working to get the 50k that my novel should easily meet.

    Mostly trying to just get this book 2 (book 1 of a 3 book series is 80% done) out of my head and into the digital realm.

  2. Karmella Exelby says:

    OH NOOOOOoooooo. I love love your books!!

    • Winter/Lex says:

      I probably won’t stop writing, but I’ll wind up all the current series and then reinvent myself with something new and fresh. At least, that’s the way I envision it now. If things change under this pen name, it may stick around, but right now, I think the Lex image has gone stale with readers.

  3. Great excerpt!!!
    I don’t do NaNo either. Some people thrive on that kind of motivation but I don’t. I’m going to miss Lex books.

    • Winter/Lex says:

      I’m sure I’ll still write, Jen. Probably something a little different, maybe more edgy and maybe genres I haven’t really explored yet. But definitely under a fresh new name.