Monday, 14 July 2014

Just Do It! Time to adopt a new approach

As a wannabe authors I strive for perfection.  It has to be perfect, I need to re-write the whole first half of my book because I've changed a characters name, again, or I can't think of the middle bit maybe I should start a new book idea....

Sound familiar?

Instead of further procrastinating I need to JUST DO IT! as they say at Nike.  I need to just write and write until the book is finished.


Tackling my demons on why I can't get the momentum I need to just finish the damn book is really all about what if no one likes it?  What if I can't do it well?  What if my book is just boring to readers?

I'm scared witless that, after so many years of dreaming of being an author and only needing my laptop to be a financial success that maybe I'm just not good enough.

Now I don't need to be a J K Rowling, but I'd like to be a stay-at-home solo mum who can support us in a comfortable manner.  Of course if the J K Rowling success came my way I'd be all for that ride, but realistically I'd just be happy with readers who like the first book and then buy the next and next.

So I'm planning and resetting some goals and I have 30 days to finish it, or stop saying I'm a writer.


Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Her Submarine Guy -- Who is yours?

Do you remember that episode of Friends where Phoebe's "Submarine Guy" came to town?


Yep, it was Charlie Sheen as the Submarine Guy who hooks up with Phoebe whenever he's in town.



That's where my title came from for my first novel, that is my current work in progress.  I'm determined to finish it very soon.  The Hero, Alex, has been working in the military since he left highschool and has been working for an employer he never mentions by name, at a job he can never discuss and is not contactible when out of town.  So his friends have nicknamed him "Submarine Guy".

Nia doesn't do relationships after a traumatic accident because of the neglect of a high school boyfriend.  So keeps Alex, her saviour from that accident and best friend, at arms length.


While they have been secretaly craving each other for 15 years, there has been little opportunity to really do anything about it when Alex is always leaving suddenly, has no fixed address and is never around for Nia.

This story is about how Alex becomes Her Submarine Guy and the obstacles they need to overcome to stay together.  There is a revengeful drug dealer, a stalker, meddling friends, a kidnapping and a few other events that I won't share just yet.

Suffice to say, it's going to be action packed with a very Hot, Sensual writing style.  This won't be for the faint hearted or sweet romance readers.  You need to be 18+ and perpared for reality.

I do hope you enjoy it soon.

Kalysta Rose

solo mum & wannabe Indi Author of Hot, Sensual Romance

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Clearing out the Clutter in 1 easy step (or more if your toddler is helping)

De-Clutter your Home and De-Clutter your Brain

I'm endeavoring to get myself back on track with my writing.  I've been offline for a few months now and having a de-clutter recently is helping get me back on track.

There was no real conscious decision to take this route, but having cleaned out a load of items around the house that haven't been used in years, that have been stuffed in boxes under the stairs, I feel a cleansing has begun.

All this was brought on by the impending visit of my mother and my Auntie this coming weekend.  They are very house proud (of course they didn't have to work fulltime and raise a child) and have all the parenting advice you could possibly need.  Actually I'm not sure how many actually need it, but it's imparted regardless and as a semi-dutiful daughter I tend to grin and bare it - well to a point.  There is only so much an independent strong-willed woman can take.

Can you tell I'm soooo excited about this 10 day visit.... Not!  I'm sure I'm building it up into something it's not and it will all be fine though.  We shall see.

Anyway, back onto the point of this post.  For a bit of background, I moved to my current home after globe trotting for a good decade and a bit and it's the first time I have all my belongings in one country.  So for the past year I've been gradually going through boxes I haven't seen in a long while.  Some of the photo's I've unearthed are positively scary.  Was I every that young?  Why did I think a spiral perm and green eyeshadow was a good look?  Can you tell I was a teenager in the extremely fashionable 80's.

This past weekend was the final clean out - I have actually unpacked and sorted the final box of stuff.  There has been much thrown out and it's been very cathartic to be moving on with the new life, the new career and my own little family.

Of course my little man of 3 years old was very keen to help me throughout the day and was often unpacking the garbage pile because he'd found something we should be keeping.  An old boogie board seemed like a good choice.   He practiced surfing on the front deck for ages -- very cool.

I even managed to "rest my eyes" for a few minutes after a big push to finish.  After 2 days of re-organizing and unpacking, constantly walking up and down stairs I was a bit shattered.  I woke up a couple of hours later to a big thud on the front deck.  I found my little man still surfing on the boogie board and he'd just finished a "jungle wee".  This is a term a fellow parent shared with me when toilet training his son when 'going' outside was necessary.  Hence a jungle wee in the garden.

So my little man didn't want to disturb me and took care of things himself into the pot plants on the front deck.  I was very proud, but not sure if the neighbors noticed.  Then I discovered pieces of blueberry muffin in my hair.  Hmmm, how did he get the muffin from the cupboard?  Further investigation showed the dining chairs were in the kitchen (obviously to get into the cupboards and get a drink).  This showed a thought process and consequences and again I was quietly impressed that he didn't wake me and just sorted himself out.

Now, I should add, I don't make a habit of this, but I was obviously really tired to leave him unattended.

Then I noticed my jewelry box was open and when I went to close it I found it filled with little toy monsters and dinosaurs.  This happened on Sunday and I'm still looking for my real jewelry (the expensive stuff) somewhere in the house.  Apparently while playing pirates it became the treasure box.  I really hope he hasn't buried them in the garden.

Stay tuned, I'll let you know when I find them.

In the meantime I'm loving having a de-cluttered house and I am thinking clearer now.  It's been a great experience and I've started writing again.  So well worth the exercise - although at the cost of a diamond necklace my mother handed down to me -- maybe not.  I really need to find it before she arrives.

Wish me luck!

Kalysta Rose

Solo Mum
& wannabe Indi Author of Hot, Sensual Romance