Nightmares

Nightmare woke me at 3AM. One of those dreams that drives you from the bed into the bathroom so you can turn on a light and not wake your sweetheart who is blissfully sleeping. Light helped, as it always seems to, but the nightmare didn’t vanish into the haze of brightness. It clung to the inside of my head. I made some notes in my notebook hoping to get the bad thoughts out and down on paper, which is one of the reasons I so seldom have nightmares. I write my nightmares out, so there’s no need to dream them. I did everything I usually do to dissipate a bad dream and then I went back to bed.

I crawled in beside Jonathon. He curled around me in his sleep, nestling against me as automatically as he would draw covers around himself if he were cold. I expected to fall back asleep, but I didn’t. I lay there cuddled and warm with his breath soft against the back of my neck, but the nightmare was still in my head. Every time I started to drift off I’d be thrown right back where the nightmare ended last. By 5AM the tears started, silent, just tears, no sounds, no sobs, just tears that I couldn’t seem to stop and wasn’t sure why they were even happening. It was a bad dream, a stupid bad dream. I don’t usually have this kind of reaction to them.

I woke Jonathon up enough to let him know I was giving up on sleep and by 6AM I was in the bathroom, but I’d given up on quieting my mind for more sleep, I was just going to try to relax and get my mind on nicer things. I entertained myself until about 7:30AM and this included a long, hot bath complete with candles and scented bath salts. It’s usually a guaranteed mood lifter for me, and it did help. But I sit here typing this and my mood is not light.

I am dreading sitting down at the computer because yesterday’s pages ended with people my main character and I care about dead, and injured. It is a sad scene to go back to this aftermath. The only scene that I may need to put in earlier is no longer a happy scene, because like an overly omnipresent Deity I know now that the happy won’t last. So I either put in a scene that seems happy and know that soon it will all go horribly wrong, or I carry forward and deal with the emotional and physical aftermath of the battlefield. Anita and I are both tired of death.

It isn’t just my imaginary friend’s tradgedy, but where I had to go internally to write the scene and do it justice. To write about death I go to places where I’ve experienced it. I go that moment when someone I loved has died, and I remember how it feels. I dredge it up and I spread it on the paper. It isn’t as horrible as the first time I felt it, but the memories, the tactile, sensory memories are the worse. The smoothness of my mother’s coffin, the sweet clove scent of the pink carnations on her casket. The dogs that I’ve lost. The ones that I’ve been able to cuddle and hold while still warm, and real, before death does more than make them loose and somehow boneless in a way that sleep never does. The ones that we didn’t find that soon, so that the bodies were stiff and cold and didn’t feel real, though I knew it was. I know I never want to hold a person I love as I’ve held pets once rigor has set in and they are a caricature of themselves. I have dug enough graves in my life, and stood at enough gravesides, for this lifetime, but what makes it especially poignant is that I know with certainty I have not seen my last funeral, my last coffin, my last grief.

Anita has helped me understand that the need for vengeance is real, but ultimately unsatisfying. Because revenge only makes you feel better momentarily and then you have slain the monster that made you hurt, but the person you care about is still gone. If revenge could bring them back, or take the grief away, it would be so worth it. It can leave us with a sense of rightness, justification, but in the end there is sorrow and wondering how we got here and how we could have kept all the bad things from happening? The questioning will start as soon as the numbness goes. I have a day ahead where Anita will question herself, her motives, and she will both doubt herself, and find a renewed sense of ruthlessness. Revenge in the end is useless, but preventative violence, violence to keep those we love safe, now that’s something Anita and I both can get behind.

 

Winners of our Flirt Contest

Okay, let me be clear. We do not have the box of Flirt to send out to our winners, yet, but everyone on-line has assured me that they understand that. Further more, many of you have expressed that not knowing who has won signed copies of Flirt is driving you a little nuts so in the interest of everyone’s mental health here are the winners. Please do not ask me when you will get your book, because I don’t know yet. Also, do not send your mailing address or any other personal info in a public message. With those caveats; Enjoy.

Winners:

Fan Club: Jenni Grotte

FaceBook: Jessica Fairhurst

My Space: corkenyshay

Forum: virginianelson

Twitter: angelenefay

Congrats to all our Winners!

 

Creating My Characters

How do I create characters? That is one of the most common questions I get as a writer. Yesterday’s blog answered the question would I date the imaginary men I create, and one fan didn’t like that I stuck to physical description of the men and didn’t delve into their personalities. She had a valid point pretty isn’t enough to make a character interesting. You want a character that you as a writer and your readers will want to follow not just for a few pages but for hundreds of pages. In my case I want characters interesting enough for me, and the readers, to want to play with book after book. So, how do I created characters that make people want to follow them, dream of them, befriend them?

I realized that yesterday’s blog was about the physical because that’s where I usually start with a character. I need to know how tall they are, color of hair, eyes, skin tone, build. The physical is my foundation. I’m writing my 19th Anita Blake book, and the 8th Merry Gentry book just came out in December, so I have the added complication that I don’t want too many people with the same hair, eyes, etc . . . Anita is more limited on color palette, because she has to stick mostly to real world colors for people. One of the reasons I let Merry’s people use every color they wanted is so I wouldn’t have to remember how many blondes I already have, which is a consideration in Anita’s world. It seemed like a good idea for Merry and her world, what its led to is a real problem for me as a writer as I now have to remember what Crayola color I gave who for hair, or eyes. Some people have triple irises with a different color in each ring. Such a cool effect, but a bear to remember as a writer. You have to balance the cool factor with the difficulty factor of your characters. The more alien you make them the harder it can be to keep it all straight.

I either begin with the physical, or with the name. If I have the physical then naming is next; if the name comes to me first then it helps me pick the physical.

I’ve collected names for decades. I bought my first baby name book when I was fourteen to help me name my fictional friends. I have three Celtic baby name books alone for Merry and her crew. For them I also go to books on myths, and folklore of the Celtic people since I’m dealing with the modern day versions of some of them. The name the character chooses helps shape him, or her. Anita chose her first name and I knew it was Hispanic in origin and suddenly she had an ethnicity I hadn’t foreseen, but once she chose it, her background story of her Mexican-American mother and German father, first and second generation in this country respectively, just came logically from the first name. Genetically black hair beats blond so Anita had black hair suddenly, and from there the rest of her physicality just came.

Nathaniel and Jason are two other characters whose names came first. Micah’s physicality came first and then his name. Asher’s physical came first. Doyle was a firm character once his nickname, “The Queen’s Darkness”, came to me. He just walked into my head and onto the page tall, dark, handsome, and deadly. Frost was the same way, it was his sobriquet that nailed him in my head, “The Killing Frost,” what else would he look like except Christmas, winter, and so handsome that it was almost painful to look at him.

Jean-Claude’s physical came first, but it wasn’t until his name came and I stopped fighting him on it that he stepped full blown onto the page. Characters can get very picky about their names, and then some seem not to care.

I have been inspired by real life events a time or two. Nathaniel’s back story was inspired by real bondage and submission, BDSM, research that I did. No one looked like him, but I found out about people that truly were as submissive and as into pain as he is, people who have no safe word, because they won’t give it in time. They’re rare, but once I learned of the concept I knew I would use it. So that idea was floating in the back of my head, and Nathaniel would be the ultimate result.

Edward, my assassin to the monsters, was inspired by watching the original “Day of the Jackal” with Edward Fox as the lead actor. Edward doesn’t look exactly like the very young Edward Fox, but the actor was my physical jumping off point. I even kept the first name which I’ve never done before or since.

Narcissus was inspired by a man I met at a convention. Not the personality, but the outfit we first see him in, and a man with short hair that would dress in a black, lace 1950s style dress with spider web hose, well that just nailed his character for me. He’s nothing like the man who I saw, except for the physical description.

Right now I’m trying to come up with new werelions to fill out the St. Louis pride. If a bit player they can be sort of generic muscle, or generic woman, but if they have to do more than stand around I need to know who they are, how they’ll react to Anita and Jean-Claude. How they’ll interact with their pride’s lion king, their Rex, Haven. All the new lions seem to have begun with the physical, but are only fleshing out once a name comes. Though one of the new females had quite an attitude before her naming, and it was her bold personality that made me look at a list of names that are more boyish than long and feminine.

For name choices I will usually choose a letter of the alphabet and start looking at all the names with that letter and make a list. I’ll try the names out on the character until one sticks. As above with the female werelion, sometimes the character has had enough on screen time to nudge me toward certain types of names. Nathaniel’s name needed to be long, and roll off the tongue. It needed to be a name that was sensual even to say. Try saying his name, see how many times your tongue touches the inside of your mouth, your lips, say it slow and feel the name caress your mouth with sound.

I’ll scour magazines, calenders, photography books in search of new faces, new body shapes, something fresh to put in the sifting process. People watching at conventions can spark something by a head movement, the way someone walks, a gesture. I’m always collecting little bits of people. Malls can be good people watching, too. Anywhere there are people there maybe some bit of humanity that inspires a writer.

A few last things for character, is if the character is still reluctant on paper I’ll pick a short play-list that makes me think of that character. I had to do that with Nathaniel. “She’s Your Cocaine”, by Tori Amos; “What would happen” by Meredith Brooks; “Your Cloud”, by Tori Amos. Why these songs? Not sure. I know I listened to these three songs over and over when I was fleshing out Nathaniel in the later books. Jean-Claude can be hard to capture on paper if I’ve been away from him too long, and I have resorted to lingerie for me, something silky and lacy, but soft, and even candlelight to help set the mood. Sometimes its enough to just rub a piece of silk cloth over my hands. Its a sensory memory that helps bring Jean-Claude alive for me. For Anita, just the smell of coffee helps me hear her in my head. Wearing a holster complete with gun will do it, too. For Merry, I find that visiting Los Angeles was helpful. I am a very physical writer so driving the streets I’m writing about is helpful. Its one of the reasons Anita is set in St. Louis so I can drive around and decide where the bodies go without getting on a plane.

That hits the highlights of character creation for me, and of course there’s one thing missing. That certain, undefinable magic that bridges all the nuts and bolts and how-to and helps words on a screen become real enough, alive enough, to make people love them, hate them, lust after them, want them to be really-real. I’m not like a magician who won’t share how the trick is done, but in honesty that last little bit of life for a character is a mystery even to me.

 

Are My Male Characters the Men I’d Want to Date?

I let you guys come up with blog topics you wanted to see here. You came up with some interesting ones and there was very little repeating. I thought that was interesting all on its own. One of my fellow Tweeters asked about how I come up with my male characters and since there are certain similarities between a lot of them does this reflect my personal preferences?

OK, I’m paraphrasing, but that’s the gist of it. One personal preference is for long hair. I have a real thing for nice hair, and long means there’s more to play with. But I’m very into texture about everything, and have discovered that not everyone’s hair is playably soft when its long. Some people’s hair is so coarse that it’s not pettable. I was very sad to find this out. So, it would be fair to say that I love hair with a soft, or pettable texture, and more is better. Though as my own hair gets longer and I have friends with even longer hair I am reminded that it gets caught in, tangled on, and in the way of things. I maybe making more of that in future books, because now having been around some people with hair almost as long as Nathaniel’s, Doyle’s, and Frost’s, it really does get tangled on things. The last time I had hair to my butt and a little past I was fourteen so I’d forgotten how in the way it could get, but I wasn’t dating at fourteen either so certain situations just never came up. Jon and I have had more than one instance of stopping in the middle of things to have one or the other of us get off the other one’s hair, or even trapping our own hair.

I’ve always been a sucker for nice hair, and pretty eyes. That is actually what I’ve always noticed first about men. If you look at who I’ve dated I don’t seem to have a preference on color of hair and eyes, or even skin tone. I’ve fallen in love with eyes that were perfectly brown with lovely, long lashes, to hazel (mixture of brown with anything these days, but once it meant brown with some green to it), to pure pale blue, to blue/grey. Hair has also run the gamut from pure black to nearly every shade of brown, to blondish/brown, to red, strawberry blonde, and blonde that was nearly white. Skin tone has ranged from dark Hispanic to tans dark in summer, all the way to that creamy red-head pale. Height wise I’ve dated men my height to 6’ 4”. I’d have dated men shorter than me but they’re hard to find since I’m 5’ 3” and a half. I wouldn’t really want to go taller than 6’ 4”. A guy would have to have some really nice qualities to over come more than a foot in height difference.

In fact, taller men faired less well with me when I was younger. I just wasn’t as comfortable with tall men. I think part of that is that I’m tall for my family and have male relatives shorter than myself. I’m now more comfortable with height, but as I’m married, dating height of other men just isn’t as important as it once was. If you go by the men I’ve had successful relationships, over a year or more there is where my height prejudice comes into play. I have a very narrow range between 5’ 6” and 5’ 9”. Both my ex-husband and my husband, Jonathon fit right in there. In fact the two of them are only an inch apart in height. Weird, and I did not do it on purpose, but I must really like 5’ 8” to 5’ 9” as a height. I have no idea why.

So if I wasn’t comfortable with six feet or more of guy why are so many of the men in the Anita Blake books, and the Meredith Gentry books six feet or or more? Simply answer, the male characters wanted to be tall. The few men that are shorter like Rhys at 5’ 6”, Micah at 5’ 3”/ 4” (I’ve stated that he’s the same height as Anita, but when they kiss, or interact he seems taller by as much as 5’ 6” sometimes) So I either have to raise his height or something. Jason at 5’ 3” or 5’ 4” I think he’s been both, is perfectly comfortable with his height and never seems taller when I’m imagining the scenes. Rhys is also very comfortable with his height, but then Merry is only 5 feet even, so six inches taller is quite a bit taller. Nathaniel has grown an inch in the books on purpose as he was only 19 when we meet him and I grew two inches in college, so why not? He’s now 5’ 7” and I’ve toyed with him gaining that last inch, but he’s fine without it, or with it, up to me. They were secure enough to be OK with being male and short.

Jean-Claude had to be tall. He just walked on stage every inch of six feet. Asher is at least an inch taller, maybe two, but not sure on that. Richard had to be 6’ 1” he would not be shorter than Jean-Claude. It was a guy thing apparently. Most of the men in Merry’s entourage are six feet or taller and once I made them tall as a race, well, I was stuck with it. Though Doyle and Frost would not have been short, they just wouldn’t have gone for it. Even Galen who doesn’t complain much wanted to be tall. Think of it this way, if you were a character and could influence how you looked physically how tall would you want to be?

I guess Edward is only 5’ 8” but he just seems taller. I don’t mean physically in the books, but no matter how tall everyone around him is, you just never see his not being six feet tall as a disadvantage. Funny that.

Most of the men prefer to have more muscle development and to hit the gym hard. Its imaginary exercise I just say the magic words and they work out and you almost never see it on stage. Don’t we wish it worked like that in real life?

One thing that is a serious preference for me personally is pretty men. I like pretty rather than handsome. I’ve never been into that square jawed masculine look, and yet some of my male characters are just that. But it was their choice, not mine. I prefer my men with a certain femininity to them, not feminine, but something softer about them, no matter how much muscle they put on. That does show up in the books and the male characters, but not in all of them, not even in all of them that my main characters are lovers with. Again, the men get to influence their physicality.

If you looked at the men I’ve actually dated you wouldn’t be able to find that preference for pretty men. Again, I’ve dated a wide range of physicality. But the serious relationships have that softness to their attractiveness. Nice hair, beautiful eyes, pretty, or even beautiful men. I have a strong preference for sensual full mouths, but its not a deal breaker. I’m also very not fond of certain noses, I know that sounds weird, but looking at who I’ve dated I’m not into a strong profile. I think that goes back to the whole too masculine for me thing. But its not a deal breaker if there are other qualities to make up for it that matter more. In fact if you have the hair and the eyes, almost everything physical can be negotiated if there are other qualities that make me not care.

Personality wise the men in the books are their own people. In dating, I prefer men who read widely, and are interested in a wide range of subjects. I want a man that can keep up with me intellectually whether I’m talking about religion, philosophy, biology, or literature, etc . . . Smart is very sexy. Remember that one of the most important sex organs on the body is the mind. I’ve never found anyone pretty, or handsome, enough to make up for not being interesting intellectually.

I don’t get to show that in the books as much, the characters are always too busy trying to stay alive to talk in depth about much of anything but the mystery being solved, and the relationship itself. A lot of what makes a relationship interesting never gets into any book, because it has nothing to do with the plot. Most really fun conversations are full of non-sequitur. One idea bouncing off another. One fact, sparking the other person to remember that article they just read.

I’m more fond of blue eyes for characters than I was a decade ago, because a decade ago the eyes I was gazing into were brown. Jonathon has blue/grey eyes which means they’re very changeable everything from pure cobalt blue, to pale spring sky, to rain cloud gray, to white gray. Notice I’ve yet to give anyone those eyes. Just as no one has his hair yet. I’ve had redheads and I’ve had blondes in the books, but no strawberry blondes which is what he is. Do you get more pale skinned men in the books because my husband is pale? Maybe. It is the skin-tone I’m looking at most often.

So are the men in the books my preferences? No, not really. They, like real people, come into my life looking like themselves. The big difference is that my imaginary friends got to help shape themselves more than my real friends do. We flesh and blood mortals are less able to pick our height, skin-tone, eyes, hair, and how pretty, or handsome, we’re going to be.

 

Bilingual or why men and woman can’t seem to talk to each other

Men and women are different, we’ll all agree on that, but some differences are not physical and those are the differences that cause most of the misunderstandings. Example; A woman asks a male friend or even boyfriend, “What are you thinking?”

Man isn’t thinking anything. No, really, he’s not. He is in the Zen moment of being a guy. Its pretty peaceful inside their heads in Zen moments. So the man truthfully says, “Nothing.”

The woman doesn’t believe him, because most women have no quiet Zen moment in their heads, ever. Most women are thinking a dozen, or more, things at any given time. Most of us never get just one thought at a time, we get herds of them, all vying for our attention. Its like being trapped in the middle of a thousand conversations all going on simultaneously. When I explained this to my husband, Jon, his reply, “No wonder girls are mean.” Well, no wonder.

Now let’s go back to our male/female conversation. When he says, nothing, the woman assumes he’s lying, because she would be thinking about something, so not only is he lying to her about thinking about nothing, but he must have been thinking something she wouldn’t have liked because otherwise he would simply have answered the question truthfully. So now the woman begins to poke at the man. “Come on, what were you thinking just now?”

He replies, “Nothing.”

She gives him that look that all men dread, the one that covers late night’s out with the boys and forgotten dentist appointments for children, to these moments when the man honestly doesn’t understand what went wrong or why he’s in trouble, but he knows he did something to upset the woman and he knows he is very definitely in trouble.

Now, the man can do several things. Some will make something innocuous up. “I was wondering how long it had been since you got an oil change on your car. You know I had one on mine just last week.” Not only is this innocuous, but it’s being a good profider and family mainatnce person. Also it gives the woman something else to think about, and thus she may be distracted from the man’s lack of answer earlier.

But by the woman presisting and not believing the truth, the man has been forced to lie. But the lie placates her, and life moves on.

Inexperienced men will try to presist in the truth, that they were genueinly thinking nothing. The woman will never believe this, and she will now assume the man was thinking something bad. Oh, like about that waitress she thought she caught him looking at when they went out to dinner last. Or, that he really doesn’t think they’re ready for children, but her biologic clock is driving them both crazy. Or, about a hobby that she sees as an almost direct compettion for his attention; video games also fall under this umbrella.

Most woman cannot leave it alone until they get an answer from the man that would make sense to them. They keep poking at it until the man blows up, and the fight is on.

Let me share a couple of phrases that have saved Jon and I a great deal of trouble for when a man was genueinly thinking about nothing, or genueinly doesn’t have an opinion on something. Either the man will never have an opinion on the question, such as whether the new couch cushions should be mainly gold to match the new couch, or a contrasting color that picks up the wall trim. Most men don’t care about couch cushions one way or the other. A woman could buy cushions so hideous that the man would be forced to care, but short of that point they are couch cushions and men don’t think about them. A man whose been through this minefield before will ape back the opinion that the woman seems to want, or have. There, he’s had a opinion, woman is happy, and its over. Most men honestly don’t care what color, or pattern, cushions a woman buys, but a man can never say that out loud without causing a fight, because to most women saying, “I dont’ care what color of cushions you buy,” Translates directly to this in her head, “I don’t give a damn what color they are, I didn’t really like the couch, and I don’t really care about anything you buy, or our home, or anything in it, you, stupid, bitch.” Man is now in a fight and has no idea why.

The other instance of this is when the man has not thought through to an answer. Women, if you keep pushing and demanding an answer before a man has an answer ready to give he will either give you some answer that isn’t even what he believes, but he’s now forced to defend an opinion that he doens’t even believe in, and it will be an angry answer, because he honestly doesn’t know yet, and by forcing him to answer when he knows he doesn’t know yet, you frustrate him. Most men react to frustration with anger. Now you have a fight.

Let me teach you two near magical phrases that have helped Jon and I avoid problems. When a woman is pushing and pushing at a guy and won’t let it go, when he honestly has no good answer here is your phrase gentlemen: “I haven’t finished thinking about the problem. If you give me a little more time I’ll have an answer for you, but if you need an answer now, I don’t have one. I haven’t finished thinking it through yet.” Some variation thereof seems to work. It lets the woman know you are actually thinking about it, and you will get back to her later.

Ladies, your magical phrase is this, “I don’t want you to fix it, I just want you to listen while I vent.” This should be the beginning of any conversation with any man unless you actually do want him to fix whatever problem you’re having. Men are all about fixing things. They don’t want to talk their problems out, they want to fix them. If you can’t fix it, then some men don’t want to talk about it at all. What good does it do just to talk, a man will ask? I know, girls, we talk about everything, but men don’t. There are exceptions to all rules some guys talk, some girls don’t, but ladies if you start out with a bitching session by explaining to the man that it is just that a bitching session and you expect nothing more than a shoulder to cry on, but you’re not trying to get him to White Knight for you, then it takes a lot of pressure off the man and he may actually be able to listen to you.

If you do not put the magic phrase in front of the talk, then the man is thinking something like this: She must want me to help her. She must want me to fix this. I can’t fix this. No one can fix this. Its too hard, too big, too terrible a problem. I don’t know what to do. She’s depending on me and I’m failing her. What do I do?

This conversation in a guy’s head is not always in the front of the head, but often in the back so he’s not even sure why he’s getting so frustrated and why that frustration is turning to anger. All he knows is he’s angery with her, and now you have the fight.

But think of it from a guy’s perspective. Most men feel that society expects them to save the day, or at least the damnsel in distress. It’s ingrained in them to want to fix the problem, save the day. That’s a lot of pressure to go through life with, actually. If you really want a solution to your problem then tell a male friend, if you only want to vent pick a girlfriend, or tell your male friend that you’re just venting and you don’t expect him, or anyone, to be able to fix this problem. If you want your girlfriend to fix the problem, you will need to tell her that at the beginning of the conversation, too. It does work both ways. So tell the man, or woman in question what you need from them, or want from them, and there you go. If you tell your man you just need to talk. I’ve found that most men are willing to listen, but if you don’t tell them at the beginning of the conversation that you don’t expect them to fix things, then they spend the conversation with the internal dialgoue so loud in their heads about, she needs me to fix this, but I don’t know how, that they don’t actually hear what you’re saying at all.

Its not that men can’t listen, its that they’re panicking in their heads and they don’t know why, but they feel helpless and nothing pisses off most men faster than feeling helpless. So, set the paramenters up front, and take them off the hook. The man in your life may be a much better listener than you think. This will also avoid the guy trying to fix something, when you didn’t want him to fix it, and just wanted to talk about it. Women get upset if you keep interrrupting their venting with solutions. They know that if they can just talk about it, they’ll feel better, but you keep interrupting them so they can’t talk it out, and thus keep them from feeling better. The man is tyring to fix the situation and doesn’t understand why the woman is getting angry when he’s given her several possible solutions to the problem. See, just start off by saying, “I don’t want you to fix it, just listen so I can vent and feel better.” Men, let her talk, and just embrace the idea that merely talking about a problem makes her feel better.

I hope you find these small phrases helpful in your own relationships. I know that understanding the basic differences between how Jon approaches a problem and how I approach a problem has helped us a great deal.

 

New Year’s Resolutions

Mission: To be in bed before 10:00

Timer set so I only have 3 minutes to write this blog. Ah! But seriously, I find myself doing so many last minute things that we get lights out later and later, and even if what we’re doing is fun, sleep is useful. I think part of my lack of concentration today was simply I’m tired. So to my list of other healthy habits let me add adequate sleep.

I have now completely lost my train of thought and that’s pretty much what I was doing all day. Wait, I remember, I don’t usually make New Year’s Resolutions. They seem made to be broken, but . . . I’ve already started exercising regularly. I’m eating healthier. The usual things people resolve to do are checked off. The only two things left are more sleep and learning to balance play with work. This is my second year in a row with squirrel as my first animal of the year, so I think the thing I was worst at was balancing play and work. So, I will endeavor to get more rest this year, and to play more while still maintaining my usual work load. Now that sounds like mission impossible. But if it was easy I wouldn’t need to be resolved to accomplish it. It seems terribly me that I use my New Year’s Resolution to play more, and get more sleep. They seem almost mutually exclusive, don’t they?

Ah, my timer went off. Must get off computer and start for bed, my first night of resolutions await.

 

New Year Contests for Divine Misdemeanors & Flirt

2009 was a hard year for a lot of people. I really appreciate everyone who used their hard earned cash to buy my books. You guys helped Divine Misdemeanors get to #6 on the New York Times List, and Skin Trade to #1! As a thank you I’m going to do some book giveaways. For those that bought, or got Divine Misdemeanors for the holidays, you can get a chance to win a signed copy of Flirt the Anita Blake novel that comes out February 2nd 2010. When I get my box of books you’ll get yours. See below for how to enter. I’m hearing from more of you than ever before that you’re waiting for paperback rather than shelling out the money for a hardback. Some of you are telling me its a choice of paying the mortgage or buying a book, by all means pay the mortgage. For those who were waiting, or saving their money for the hardback of Divine Misdemeanors here’s a chance to win a signed copy.

We will take a winner from each of the social networks for each book giveaway. So a winner from Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, the Forums, and my fan club.

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What will your Bird of the Year be this year?

I have a New Year’s Day tradition. It comes from being a birder for years, and being Wiccan. The idea is that the first bird you see on New Year’s Day is your bird for the year. It will be a sign for the year, or how the year will go. Example; say you saw a Starling, high odds of that in most of America. Starlings travel and nest in large flocks, and especially roost in large groups so your new year could be full of group issues. It could be a message to be more social in the coming year, or if only one Starling could mean you need to socialize less, or even that you need to forge your own path rather than follow the flock. You would need to see the bird and then read up on it and see what part of its behavior seems to ring true for you.I recommend reading on-line birding sites like Cornell’s, and the Ted Andrew’s books about animal totems. That’s what we do here.

Some hardcore birders will travel to exotic locales so they are almost guaranteed to see a bird that they’ve never seen, or that few people will ever be able to cross off their life list. A life list, for those who don’t bird watch, is a list of the birds you’ve seen in your life. Some Birders are heavy on the list and very serious about crossing off species. Some of them are very competitive with each other on who can cross off the rarest bird. I’m not a big one for the life list. I’ll make notes when I see a new bird, and I have been making notes of days and special circumstances in my Peterson’s guide since college, but the official list, not my thing.

One year my first bird of the year was a mammal. I took the dogs out twice and there was not a bird around, but squirrels were everywhere. Squirrels are often a message that you need to balance work and play more, as in working too much and not playing enough, or the reverse. Guess which side of the play/work equation I fall into? Anyone who gets that answer wrong hasn’t been reading my blog very long. I have made progress in this last year with the play, but work still predominates, but then I love my work most of the time. It is part of my play.

I will be looking for my first bird of the year when New Year’s Eve fades into New Year’s Day. What kind of year will it be? Robin was an insanely productive year. Cardinal a very spiritually rich, and productive one. Dove was about coming to terms with women and the issues of being a woman. You don’t have to believe, or even do it, but its a tradition where one of my hobbies and lifelong interests meets up nicely with my path of faith. So, I thought I’d share. Have fun with it, or sleep in long past dawn and that first twittering chorus of feathered friends. Come to think of it, we’re kid free for the first time in a decade over New Years. I am so not seeing dawn tomorrow. Somehow that doesn’t make me sad. The bird for the year will be there when I need to see it.

 

Want a Brighter Attitude and more Productive Writing then Exercise

I’ve spent most of my life living inside my head as if my body was just a container for my imagination. The first hint I had that there might be more to the whole body thing was Judo in college which led to weights and running. For the first time I saw the potential in this physical form. It was a new concept for me. I had been a bookworm and drama geek in high school. I was thin because of genetics and luck, but college would be the first time I tried to shape my body, make it stronger, better, so I could do more with it.

I experienced my first runner’s highs, and the satisfaction of doing that throw on the mat that I couldn’t do the week before. Weights and running were all to get better on the mat. Then there was that night that a lower belt broke my leg in two places and cracked it in another. I would also end up with a second degree burn on the leg from the temporary casting material setting and not having enough padding between it and my flesh. Not a good night. It sort of cooled my interest in Judo. My injury rate had always been high.

I would go back to weights and running a few years later, but when my work out partner moved out of state I just didn’t keep it up. I was too busy writing to worry about it. But in the last few years I’d gotten caught up in the cycle of exercise, eating plans, and it would work for awhile, but every time I got off the habit I not only got out of shape, but gained back just a little more weight than I’d lost. You know the drill.

I finally realized that exercise and eating right isn’t just about a plan, or a single goal, it is a new way to look at my life and my body. It is a permanent change in how I approach my life. My husband, Jon, and I, along with our daughter, Trinity, all started eating better, healthier. Let me say that low fat is not good for us, low calorie yes, but Jon and I found that we needed some fat in our diet for our digestive system to function well. We lived and learned. Now, thanks to Carri, good friend and assistant, and her wife Pili, also good friend, we are all dedicated to eating right, exercising and enjoying the body we’ve been given.

One of the things that’s helped me stop taking my able bodied status for granted is an injury that I managed about two years ago. What started as a twisted ankle has become a permanent problem, but not an insurmountable one, as I proved tonight with thirty minutes on the treadmill at the gym. A half hour with a sustain top speed of 3.1 which is a record for me since I first hurt myself. It felt so good to do it. Not only feeling good from the exercise, but just knowing how far I’d come and how hard I’ve worked to get there. It was a moment of personal triumph.

I’ve talked enough about my injuries that people have asked me how to exercise with their own injuries. I finally realized that I’m not a doctor, or a physical therapist and I don’t know what they’ve injured, or how bad it is, so I urge everyone to find a good orthopedist who isn’t surgery happy, a good chiropractor, a good massage therapist, and even a acupuncture. I’ve used all of it at one time or another to help me get better. But it was my doctor telling me that if I’d had more muscle built up around my joint I wouldn’t have injured myself so badly that got me back into the gym when I could do no leg work at all.

Carri is my workout partner and we match up how we work in the gym. I exercise more like a man, and so does she. What do I mean by that? We want to lose some inches, yeah, and keep a good weight, but we also want to add muscle. We both like to hit the weights heavier than the aerobics. Though, admittedly, Jon and I both enjoy yoga, though we’re between instructors now since ours left town for her dream job. Happy for her, but having trouble finding an instructor that we like. Pili and Jon are exercising, too, but not with us. Jon and I have found that exercise is one area we do not compliment each other in, in fact, we get on each other’s nerves. Its one of the few areas that we can’t work together in, and having accepted that, we are both happier. Jon doesn’t want to bulk up, and hates weights, though he lifts them. He doesn’t see the weight room as a reward at the end of the day like Carri and I do.

Today I did seventeen pages on the newest Anita book, Bullet, and was finished in time so Carri and I got to the gym before five. We got two hours of stretching, treadmill, and weights, plus abs. This was my first day back in the gym since Saturday’s triple header of the crud that Carri over-shared, a migraine, and a sinus migraine, all hitting on the same day. Today was the first day that I felt even remotely able to try the gym, but I’m so glad I did.

I discovered something while I was trying to be healthier. There are things that affect my mood a lot. I had no idea how my moods were affected by my body until just recently. To be in a good mood I have to do certain things almost every day. I need to meditate, I need to write eight pages or more, I need to exercise and it needs to be pretty serious exercise, eat right, and sex. I could leave that last out of the list, but it is part of what helps me feel good and maintain the productivity of my writing. That little list is the minimum of what it takes to keep me in good spirits and doing well in my life. Out of five things that I need to do to stay happy, healthy, and sane, three of them are physical, and only two are more intellectual. Yes, yes, it all crosses and combines, but the point is that by paying attention to my body and its well-being I’ve discovered the way to keep my mind, my mood, and my writing healthy, up lifted, and more productive than I’ve ever been, with spirits brighter, for longer, than I’ve ever had before.

People are always asking me how do I and my muse work so well together? How do I write two best selling series and turn out two books, or more, a year, and keep the quality up? How do I come up with all those ideas? I’ve done it for years with a handicap that I didn’t know I had. I’d divided my muse and I from the flesh and bone that we were sitting inside. Now that we’re all working as a team inside and out, its all working so much better. Eating right isn’t just about losing weight. Exercise isn’t just about losing inches, or toning thighs. Its about fine tuning the imagination, and giving a jump start to productivity. Its about making the connection that the more good things I do for my body, the farther and faster my muse and I can run.