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And the plot thickens…

Last week’s writing videos and Camp NaNo wrap-up videos focused on plot. It’s incredibly important for a novel to have certain points in the story to keep it moving forward. Not all novels are created equal, however, I’ve decided to implement some of the 8 point plot arc so that I can keep my story moving forward. Here’s the video where I tell more about what that is and what it means.

Then I gave an update on my CampNaNo journey. (Did you remember I was still doing it? Maybe not. I haven’t done the best job of posting updates on here, have I? Sorry I’ll get better!) I talk about what’s going on with my writing, how the inciting incident had to be discovered, and just all the things.

Thanks for watching everyone and being involved. Let me know how your writing is going, regardless of what you’re working on.

Aloha y’all!

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Q&A with Ella Col | Indie Author Spotlight

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Today, we’re shining the Indie Spotlight on contemporary adult author Ella Col. Stay tuned until the end for an exciting giveaway!

Ella Col is an indie author who is known for her premiere novel, SAVE. Ella’s other projects include Broken, and SAVE ME (all a part of the SAVE ME series). Locked and Reckless are a part of the Reckless series. Ella recently released her first Adult Contemporary novel, Escape on March 2, 2015.

Ella is a writer, tattooed mom with a passion for reading. She loves red wine and a cheesy romance story.

She currently lives in the Pineland area of New Jersey.  She has two boys, a husband, and a bear/pig dog named Nugget.

Author Ella Col a romance and contemporary adult indie author

Tell us your origin story—how did you come to be an Indie Author?

At night, to calm my mind, I write stories. Some people watch television, I like to write. My first novel, Save, is a novel I had been working on here and there. When I decided to upload it to Amazon, I didn’t have any expectations. I just thought…hey…I’d like to share this story. If one person reads it…it’s a win. Something beautiful happened. Within 24 hours, I had a full inbox of emails.  Readers began to review it. Then, my world as an Indie Author opened up. So, I attended a few signings. I have been writing ever since.

Why do you write romance? What about romance appeals to you so much?

Truth be told, I am a romantic at heart. I love the complications of relationships. I think all women have a need to be desired, protected, and loved. In romance novels, even though the hero is usually strong, I think there are feminine characteristics that women miss in their every day relationship. Romance is an escape from real, working relationships. I call it the “Prince Charming” complex. For me, writing about romance gives me an escape from dirty laundry, kids between us in bed, wondering what to cook for dinner, bills, and every day life. I certainly don’t expect my husband to be exactly like the men in my books…so for me…it is a healthy way to dream…I suppose.

I read on your blog that you prefer poor guys with chains to rich guys in suits-do your male leads reflect that?

Mostly. I wouldn’t say that my male protagonists are poor. I would say most make money in unconventional ways. For example, Josh and Eric are band promoters. Caydon is a tattoo artist. Nash is a boxer. Ty is a small town sheriff. White-collar guys just don’t do it for me. I see the lure of a billionaire in a suit and tie. However, a man in a suit and tie just doesn’t do it for me.

What is a piece of advice you would give to people, who are just starting their writing journey?

Just write. Write for yourself. Not every book you put out will be a best seller. Don’t try to keep up with everyone in this industry. You’ll exhaust yourself. There are days when you will feel like giving up. Don’t. If you write because you love it…then you can’t fail.

What is one thing that your readers would be surprised to know about you?

Hmm…that’s a tough one. I have a creepy doll collection. I can’t stop collecting them….

Where do you find your inspiration for your books/stories?

Some of my stories are based on life experiences.  Other stories are just daydreams that I have.  My future release, Piney, is about the area where I live.

Sometimes writers have a hard time accepting the label of “writer.” Did you struggle with that?

I don’t. The reason I don’t struggle with labels is because the only person I have to answer to…is myself. I made that decision a long time ago. I write for a creative release. I enjoy it. No one can take that from me.

How do you stay motivated on your writing journey?

Thankfully, I love to write so motivation is not a problem. However, there are times when I need a break. After a release, I usually take about a week off to gather my thoughts and do other activities that I enjoy before I go back to the writing cave.

What is the biggest lesson you’ve learned from your Indie Author path?

I think I’m still learning. The worst part, I think, is taking criticism. I know that I respect negative reviews because it makes me a better writer. However, it’s hard to swallow sometimes.

Where can my readers find you on these interwebs?

Click here:

Facebook
Twitter
TSU
http://ellacol.vpweb.com/
Amazon Author Page

Now let’s learn about her latest release!
Escape Cover-Ella

 

GABBY

A promise is a promise. Deathbed promises are just as binding as regular promises, I suppose. This nagging little thought haunts me as I prepare to marry Phinn. That’s when I decide to run.

I run as far away as the road takes me. Unbeknownst to me, I am about to run into my destiny.

TY

From the moment I see Gabby Roman, I know that we are destined to be together. Something inside of me tells me that she is about to turn my world upside down and inside out. All of the sudden, everything I thought I wanted is irrelevant, including becoming sheriff.

Gabby is the talk of the town. My town has a ‘No outsiders allowed’ mentality. They don’t want anyone trying to rock the boat and change up the control they have in this town. They run the show.

I’m an insider by default. They will always accept me. However, they will not accept Gabby. Do I give up my life, livelihood, and family for the girl of my dreams?

GABBY

I’m living a nightmare. I’ve come to the unfortunate realization that if you weren’t born and raised here you will never fit in. Trust me, I’ve tried. You are prejudged, even though you’ve never been given the time of day.

I’m struggling to find where I fit in. The only thing that does seem to fit is Ty. If only I were strong enough to take it. If only he could see that this town is ripping me and ‘us’ apart.

And the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The giveaway! Three lucky winners will receive a free copy of Ella’s exciting new release “Escape!”  Share this with your friends and support indie authors!

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Aloha y’all!

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Dystopian Bop- fiction

You guys, I can’t just write on one thing. I love my poetry. It’s what keeps me sane and drew me into this wonderfully topsy turvy writer’s life. But I’ve got more to say.

I’ve been writing for LeftyPop, so I can get a little snarky bits out about particularly bothersome popculture/political hits my monitor. (If you haven’t checked that out, you really should. You’re missing out. These writers are brilliant.)

I’m writing a romance. **I’ll pause for a moment so you can pick your jaw of of the floor.** True story. I’m doing it. I have a feeling that some dark bits are going to make their way in, but the true essence will be a romance. I won’t be sharing that on here, however.

And then there’s this story that I want to share with you. I actually introduced it, a while back over at my buddy Tim Gallen’s blog, but I figured I’d play with it over here for a bit. It’s dystopian, with heavy leanings in fantasy.

Without further ado:

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The Map

She worked in the Ministry of Documents. Initially she had been given a semi-important task of reissuing the state IDs. After two days of the IDs not downloading fast enough, she’d been demoted. It was purely a software problem that she had no control over, but such is life. Fortunate for her, as an employee of the Ministry, she had the “luxury” of never being fired.

She didn’t know what they contained just that she had to make sure no one accessed them. The room towered over her, filled to bursting with folders and files bulging with paperwork. She had no idea, which ones were special. The room matched the rest of the ministry, all brown, with no carpet, white walls and bookshelves to the ceiling. Filled with filing instead of books. Why didn’t they just convert the paper to nano technology and save space? She couldn’t muster up the energy to care.

She pulled a book out of her handbag and a grapple-all fruits were hybrids now. Much more efficient. It told a story of some boy with a lightning scar on his forehead. He should’ve just gotten the scare removed, and solved all of his problems, she thought. She lost herself and time in the antiquated notion of good versus evil.

She feels a tap on her shoulder. It’s her lone co-worker hashtag 1047673. Each of the Ministry offices had at least two workers assigned. This office was so rarely used they just had the minimum. He held up a scroll and put a finger to his mouth. She frowned slightly. He was forever looking, but for what she never knew. She tried to turn back to her book, but he kept tapping her on the shoulder. She huffed in frustration. Fine. Let’s get this over with.

She followed him to the far corner of the room, where the tracking devices had to work a little harder to detect footprints and spatial locations of humans. He unrolled it, and spread it out, the corners curved ever so slight. It hovered a foot above the table. She couldn’t stifle her gasp, and he frowned in her direction. What was this thing? Four crystals appeared suspended above it; two were ice blue and the others on the other side, blood-red. They spun around and around and around, faster before her eyes. She heard a rushing in her ears, faster than a heartbeat, louder than thinking. She knew if she grabbed the red, they would stop spinning and then something…would happen. She didn’t know what, but for the moment that need to know became most like an itch in the middle of her back that she just needed to scratch. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed them, so hot, will they leave a mark?

Something curious started happening with the rest of the cloth. A hole developed in the middle, spinning like the crystals had, and flapping? No, it was like pages in a book. It kept picking up more and more speed, widening. The pages started rushing through the room, and soon she was holding on the to crystals, so she wouldn’t fly away, her boot clad feet floating in the air. She let a soundless scream, the air being ripped from her lungs.

The closed door burst open and five men in blue uniforms came in bearing the Ministry coat of arms, a fish jumping out of a lake. They brandished long black batons yelling, ”You’ve activated the Splitz! You’ve activated the Splitz! Shut it down!” No firearms were allowed inside of the Ministry compound, yet they were pointing the silver plastique weapons of the time. The uniforms fought hard against the wind and holding onto their fire arms. Some of them had enough self-preservation to drop theirs, grabbing onto anything bolted down, trying to avoid the chairs flying past, paperweights and dangerous papers. Others were being tossed around like the ktan dolls made of potato sacks and filled with chunny feathers.

hashtag 1047673 grabbed her hand. He was holding on to the blue crystals, she realized. He nodded toward the widening hole in the middle of the map where less pages were spewing. She frowned and shook her head. She had no idea what he meant, and she did not want to find out. His lips tightened and then he jumped, pulling her along with him. The closer they got to the hole, the more it started drawing them in, instead of blowing them away. She reached out instinctively for anything to stop the progression, and instead managed to grab the edge of the cloth. She couldn’t stop…

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And that my friends is Part One. Let me know what you think in the comments. I know it’s a departure from the poetry, but I just gotta be me. Tell me what you think in the comments below. Do you wan to hear what happens next? Let me know!

UPDATE: Feel free to travel Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2.

Aloha y’all

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