When Desires Change Mid Draft

Lately, I’ve been on a journey to explore and grow my intentions around writing… #writerslife #authordnc

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Lately, I’ve been on a journey to explore and grow my intentions around writing. When I started blogging to now, I’ve wanted to share lessons learned from wedding planning to life crises. The stories I’ve told and feedback I’ve received have solidified that I was made to tell genuine stories.

So I stretched my storytelling further when I published my first book, Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories. I was satisfying one of those “I really wish” dreams that I spoke of in college so when I looked back on all the words that I had written to date, I couldn’t believe that it was a dream destined to come true.

When I quietly published my second book, Like. Love. Lust., I wanted to give a piece of me. Something that the first fantasy romance didn’t dive into, even though it took several debates to convince my family and friends so…even my grandfather questioned the details. People forget that I’m an only child — to my mother at least — and my imagination has always been on like 100,000. But Like. Love. Lust. was a reflection of the rollercoaster of emotions that I went through on my journey to learn love. A path that was rough and reckless at times, but that taught me more about the woman I was and wanted to be.

Now, as I work on my third piece, I know how it started off in my mind but now my soul desires to switch gears.

It’s the continuation of the short story The Robinsons’, from Untraditional, that takes leads you down a path with Nia after an unforgettable encounter with Mr. and Mrs. Robinson. Nia is introduced to her new self. More aware of her desires. More open to all possibilities but none that she desires to stick. Just living for each moment.

As I edit my story, I’ve gotten to certain parts where I understand that this or that character plays such an important part to how she will or will not take her next steps and I owe their presence more explanation. But wait…this was supposed to be like a straight passion-fy tale of like, love and lust?

I’m discovering that this piece is taking so long because the message that I want you, my readers to receive is much deeper than just those simple emotions. When I coined the term passion-fy, I even included the descriptor of “intensely emotional characters” so why have I tried to pigeonhole myself to three?

So I won’t anymore. I desire to give you the novel that I’m thinking about now in hopes that you not only understand Nia complex and emotional plight but how her mother, friends, The Robinsons, co-workers and all are as passionate as she is.

Thanks for being patient with me…

With passion,

DNC

Oh, and if you want to want to get a taste of how the story starts off…mind you a very rough draft of it…check out The Teaser post. Leave some feedback while you’re there too. I would love to hear what you think. 

150 Word Writing Prompt: Flashing Lights

Writing prompt rules: Write a short passage (about 150 words)…easy so you say. But it must be about “hump day” and include the word of the day: myrmidon (straight from dictionary.com).
Myrmidon: – 1) a person who executes without question or scruple a master’s commands. 2) Classical Mythology. one of the warlike people of ancient Thessaly who accompanied Achilles to the Trojan War.

GO!


-Flashing Lights-

Wiping the tears from her eyes, I pulled her head to my chest. I hate to see her broken and all because of him.

He’s just standing there…living. No, not living. A myrmidon. Thoughtless. Soul-less. Unable to break the trance of the seductive beast, with an inhumanly large ass and fake tits.

His master stood next to him, laughing and living her dream. Her hate for my sister had been obvious since childhood. With a sister as amazing as mine—financial genus, beautiful heart with a physique to match, and a shy demeanor only left her an easy target.

But the joke is on him.

His new beau was nothing but a walking disease. I couldn’t wait for him suffer from her endless greed and flashy demands. He was now a slave to the limelight—leaving behind those who held him down along the way. Succumbing to a world of lust, lies and lost souls.

DNC

 

[VIDEO] “Spur of the moment with Author DNC” on YouTube

My mind has been all over the place, jumping from project to project but one of them is almost ready! Get a sneak peek and let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

-DNC

[SAMPLE ALERT] Book: Untraditional

It’s time again to share another excerpt from my book Untraditional, from a new chapter “The Pleasure Principle”. I would love your feedback and as always…have fun! #PassionFY #beUntraditional #UntraditionalVday #DNC

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I walked into the neighborhood McMike’s Grocery to pick up drinks and snacks. Dressed in my relaxed, hood-chic outfit with loose grey sweatpants, a white wife-beater and my Yankee’s hat, I entered the produce section. I was gliding toward the tomatoes in search of the ripest specimen, when a tantalizing, chocolate-skinned champion caught my eye. I knew as soon as we locked eyes that the “poison” was starting to make its way to him.

If he stepped one foot closer, it would be over for him. And so, he took that step.

I immediately felt bad for him. I glanced down to the floor, trying my best to guide him from my clutches, but it was too late.

Almost as if magnetized to each other, we met in front of the tomatoes. I could feel his eyes blazing through my clothes, dying to see what was hiding underneath. I did my best to ignore his presence, but his scent was exotic and soothing.

My urges were beginning to grow.

I quickly reached for a ripe tomato at the top of the stack. As I touched the tomato I felt his arm graze my chest, reaching under me for a lower tomato. As innocent as his movement was, I knew that it was a direct message to my body.

“Excuse me,” we both chimed.

I turned to look at his face; his white, shining smile and deep brown eyes flicked with amber: a complement to God’s work. Even his lips were juicy enough to bite. I turned from him again and proceeded to put the veggie in my arm basket.

“It’s ok.” I reassured him.

I turned and walked away as quickly as I could, trying again to release him from my trap.  I even slowed my walk, hoping he wouldn’t notice my wide hips and finely-tuned ass. My attempts to save him from my web were strong, but his efforts were stronger.

I continued my walk through the store stopping in the pasta aisle, then the juice aisle, then the liquor aisle. I don’t know if it was by chance or strategic planning on his end, but we just so happened to end up meeting down the same aisles.

I passed another short, fair-skinned man on the way to the check-out counter.

“Hey, Beautiful!” he threw at me as I swiftly passed him.

I smiled because I didn’t want to be rude, but became frustrated that I couldn’t do something as simple as shopping without unwanted attention. I rushed to the shortest line. As I waited for the three people ahead of me, I heard the same “Excuse me” that had so gently grazed me in produce.

I turned to see my chocolate champion standing behind me.

“I really want to apologize about that incident earlier. I hope I didn’t offend you,” he said.

“No. It’s ok. I know it was an accident,” I answered knowing perfectly well it wasn’t.

“My name is Mason…Mason Alexander.” He held out his hand.

Dare I touch it? I guess if he is asking for it, I must please.

“My name is Taylor.”

I took a step closer to the register. Two more people to go. Can he be saved?

“I know this is a little awkward,” he persisted, “but I think you are gorgeous and would love to take you out. Will you allow me to do so? It would be a pleasure to learn more about you.”

Pleasure. . .how could I not?

I obliged his request and gave him my number. Even though I knew the outcome was going to leave him breathless and addicted, at least he would enjoy it. I finally made it to the register and he assisted me by placing my groceries on the belt. He was kind and did what he needed to get my attention. He pleased me, and this intrigued me to see more. I waved good-bye to him as I walked out the door.

As I crossed the street, a blacked-out Range Rover parked next to my car caught my attention.  Women from across the street took their time slowly walking into the store, biding their time, waiting for the driver to exit.  A six-four, fair-skinned stallion stepped out of the driver’s side and his much shorter, less-attractive friend jumped out the passenger side.

Again, I did my best not to look directly at him.  I rushed past him only to have him stop and stare me down as I moved to my trunk.

I popped the trunk and immediately heard his door close and some steps get closer and louder.

“Thank you,” A raspy voice spoke to me, much deeper than I expected.

I stopped to think about what he’d said exactly. Thank you for what?

Untraditional is now on SALE!

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