Guest post by Angela Addams
Please welcome back Angela Addams to the blog. Angela is a friend of mine and a fantastic writer. She has a new release coming out with Samhain Publishing, Cursed (The Order of the Wolf). Angela lives in Canada, has many tattoos, likes to shoot guns and has a great sense of humor. Enjoy!
P.S. Make sure to check out the new episode of The Horror Writer’s Podcast, out today.
The Creative Process AKA Insanity Wrapped in Chocolate.
A number of folks have asked me what it’s like (in my brain) when I’m writing. They are often curious about where the ideas come from and how those ideas turn into books. The topic for this blog post came to me while in the shower (as do many ideas) along with a tsunami of other creatively related bits of information. For example, while I was pondering the shiny new blog topic idea, I was also listening to a conversation between two of my characters, thinking about how to navigate a plot hole, reminding myself about checking a setting/time of day conflict and hashing out some much needed character details. Oh yeah, and I realized that one of my characters was going to have to die by the end of the manuscript I’m currently working on. (I’m a ruthless killer, I know.) All of this played out in my brain in a 20-minute shower experience that had me frantic to get done so I could get to my computer to jot stuff down.
When I’m working on a manuscript my life becomes entrenched in that world.
Things usually start with a scene playing out like a movie (typically this is the opening scene of a new project but not always.) Once I’ve gotten started, like actually have written some words and committed to a plot, my mind becomes totally focused on that project. I’m even working on it subconsciously. I have dreams that give me character details, or scenes. I have random thoughts at weird times that make me scramble for sticky notes or napkins or whatever I can jot things down on. I get distracted easily from things that don’t involve my project…like having conversations with others, or grocery shopping…if an idea strikes, I follow it down whatever winding path it leads me to, abandoning what I was doing when it hit. If I don’t follow it, I lose it and that haunts me for some time.
When I’m writing I don’t stop. Silly little things like typos or spelling mistakes or character names don’t slow me down…I butcher the English language, dub the new character NAME and then move on until the idea has been exhausted. Once a chapter is done I go back, reread and add details. It’s chaotic, a frenzy of output, but so, so rewarding and very necessary to my writer’s soul. It also requires a lot of chocolate…obscene amounts…truckloads to fuel my work.
Insanity wrapped in chocolate. Yummy.
Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.
She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband and children.
Wherever there’s a lying, cheating scumbag who’s broken a woman’s heart, Vengeance Dealer Darcy Wells is there. So what if she isn’t the most skilled witch around? She’s only using one spell, which leaves the hapless male suffering tormenting lust for one woman. Her.
The beautiful part? This curse comes equipped with a blinding agent, allowing her a clean getaway. Unrequited lust, coming right up! As far as Darcy is concerned, it’s justice served. Her next target: Raven Glock, rock band bassist and drop-dead-gorgeous sex god.
When Raven lays eyes on the luscious Darcy, he gives her what he promises all the starry-eyed groupies who toss their panties at him—one unforgettable night in his bed. Sex with Darcy is so epic that he forgets his cardinal rule: to get her out before morning.
At the crack of sunrise, Darcy serves Raven a face full of cursed ash. But something goes horribly wrong…and she finds herself magically tethered to one pissed-off werewolf.
Worse, breaking the spell could cost her everything…maybe even her life.
Warning: Sexually explicit language, tattoos, piercings, and giant…um…feet. Wet panties are a given. Author assumes no responsibility for spontaneous ravishment of significant others, pool boys, or local pizza delivery personnel.
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