A new project for Studly


Okay I haven’t posted a blog for a while and I’m sure since I purchased a new Bluetooth keyboard for my tablet I want to play with my new toy. In an effort to familiarize my fingertips with this spectacular gizmo, I am catching up on my blogging duties, which should really be at least once a week.

New Toy

Writing with a glass of wine.

I’ll be honest I don’t have a particular topic to write about except how busy my life has been since last you read about me. I finished episode three of #MaxisPlace. The first three episodes are available on Smashwords.com in multiple formats. Now that the shameless plug was inserted, I’ll continue.

The few who have followed me since the beginning know there are at least 7 episodes about my favorite, fictional restaurant. While they are good as they are written, I am a perfectionist and I felt they needed a bit more detail. I live and breathe every character of Maxi’s Place.  I felt they deserved a bit more background and a lot more fleshing out.

I’ll let you in on a little secret. Maxi’s Place is written by someone who loves television and movies. A lot of my childhood was spent in front of the boob tube absorbing reruns of classic sitcoms, movies and film noir. It’s one of the reasons my descriptions are so vivid. Even now, my best writing sessions have a favorite piece of cinematic art playing in the background.

With the help of other Dallas artists and professionals, my newest project is to film Maxi’s Place as a web series. I wrote the series with this in mind from the moment the first words spilled out onto paper. The next year will be a busy one as a continue to tackle scriptwriting and casting calls. All that time in front of the television has to pay off somehow.



The business of it all


As a child, I envisioned a career of writing quality literature for the masses. I wanted to see my name in large print across the front of a glossy book jacket and write a heartfelt dedication to my parents. I wanted to sit on my ass and do nothing but create sentences and paragraphs. Nothing wrong with a dream, right?

Someone failed to inform me of what the business of writing actually entailed. It’s more than conjuring up your muse and cranking out a literary masterpieces. There’s actually work involved and even more so when publishing independently. Certainly, there is a freedom of cutting out the middle man and becoming an entrepreneur. After all, writing is a small business. There is also a significant amount of marketing, social networking and planning involved. The amount of time for actual writing is slim to none if you have a full-time job – which most people do these days.

The real definition of independent publishing is insomnia and constant speculation. I never have enough time for everything and I oftentimes worry about if I do enough. My supportive fiancee is always after me to rest and recharge the batteries but I when I’m not working on my business or craft, I feel as though I’m missing a step. No manual for this type of business exists because it is different for writers of any genre. Unfortunately, you have to make it up as you go along. I may be taking applications for a secretary soon.

Besides my dream, the one thing that keeps me going is positive feedback from my readers. I enjoy reading the comments and seeing the impatience for another episode to be published. For some reason, Lesbians love a great love story with a healthy amount of sensual sex intertwined through the pages.

Until next time,


The backdrop of Maxi’s Place


I’m embarking on a new venture with some fellow Dallas professionals. The excitement is too much to bear in silence even though I’m beyond busy. I have a knack of keeping my schedule extra saturated while harboring the inability to adhere to updating my Google calendar. My serial story, Maxi’s Place is coming to the web as a dramatic Lesbian series.

Coming Soon!

Coming Soon!

The first words of Maxi’s Place was jotted down almost 4 years ago. Similar to most of my stories, the plot started as a daydream. I wasn’t sure of my main characters yet but the setting was one I had mulled around since the first day I hit the floor as a rookie server. I’ve worked in the restaurant and hospitality industry a few times in my past. Three times at popular restaurants and once in a fabulous Gay bar.

At the time, I didn’t realize how much of a great experience it was as I stomped around in slip resistant shoes and carried plates of hot food. It was much akin to high school antics with cliques, best friend squabbles and the gossip on who was dating who. A dramatic interlude between employees was in full force almost every shift. Resembling a dysfunctional family, we banded together against outsiders. This the backdrop of Maxi’s Place.

I’ve had a few comments about why Maxi’s Place is a serial story and not a full length novel. Any writer will tell you that characters have a mind of their own. As hard as you try to steer them a particular way, they tend to become stagnant and mock your intellect. The initial major characters had personalities so large that it would have been a shame to limit them to just one novel. Also, I grew up watching television. Cable was just as expensive then as now. I absorbed classic reruns. There are some I will even watch to this day. My love for sitcoms and dramatic shows encourage me to write in episodes.

Although it is set in Dallas Texas, Maxi’s Place is a fictional restaurant created purely from my imagination. I wanted to showcase my hometown culture and present the everyday lives of Lesbians the best way I could – through written word. I envision a world filled with Maxi’s Place coffee cups and mouse pads. Maybe a poster or two of a favorite character. A Stud can dream can’t she? Well, it seems my dreams are about to come true.

Nothing wrong with rambling along


I’m sitting at my desk on another Friday contemplating what to write about. I’m sure this blogging experience will be akin to the prompts at the beginning of my senior English class. These were designed to assist with the college entrance exams just around the corner. They drove me nuts because I wasn’t awake enough. My addiction to coffee made an appearance around this time. Since I have no prompts at hand, we’ll start off with a bit of freewriting about my day thus far.

I just finished an online interview for Smashwords about my serial story Maxi’s Place. I enjoy writing this series and about the world I’ve created. The experience I’ve gained from building my characters has been immense and time consuming. I am constantly haunted by the ghost of lost time. I’m starting to resent that I actually have to recharge my batteries with more than a few hours sleep.

The marketing is also time consuming. It’s difficult to keep up with all the social networks. Facebook is the only one that is constantly updated. Probably because I like to be extra nosey on my friends’ pages. I still don’t understand Twitter and if anyone is willing to provide lessons, I’d greatly appreciate it. I don’t think I have enough to say for the particular medium.

I’m also currently working on my first web series script based on Maxi’s Place. I have self-educated myself about scriptwriting and in the beginning it was slow progress as I figured out the different necessary elements. Thankfully, I’m a quick learner. The biggest challenge was turning off the novelist side of my brain where the descriptions balance the dialogue. Now I have to think about camera direction and breaks in the story for commercials. Everything is a work in progress; especially with my latest find of Adobe Story. This screenwriting software has become very useful with the format as well as adding camera shots. My Muse is very excited about it.

Here’s to one month down for 2014 and many more months of work to come.


The soul of a writer


 As a child, the gift of creating meaningful sentences set me apart from the crowd of students during standardized tests. This particular talent also set me up for some light teasing since it was applied to electives such as yearbook and journalism. I had an early realization of what my calling in life would be and the experience was a liberating one.

I have the soul of a writer. I see words and phrases like bubbles floating through the air. I daze out in the middle of conversations and conjure up an alternate universe or ending. I create characters out of inanimate objects and supply a plot for their stage play. From the moment I open my eyes to the late hour I actually lay my head down, writing consumes my every waking moment and possibly my dreams.

My condition could be likened to an addiction for when I go long periods of time without writing, my personality changes and my mood darkens. I’m not interested in anything about the outside world until I get some words down on paper. Don’t talk to me about your problems because not writing is bigger than the drama you’re representing. I’ll quickly tune you out and retreat to my world of words and phrases.

It takes a special person to be in a relationship with a writer. It takes patience, perserverence and understanding. It takes accepting that writing is the other woman and your partner is constantly cheating on you. It takes believing in the writer you’ve fallen in love with and helping them through the tough times of writer’s block.

My soul requires writing and thankfully, my fiancee realizes she fell in love with a writer. She gives me the space I need to stretch my literary wings and will even provide the necessary motivation with a well-turned demand, i.e. “Get in there and finish my story!” Then again, she is a sapiosexual so it was probably easy for her to understand the inner workings of my brain.


Fighting with my muse


I’m unable to schedule creative writing. An attempt to adhere to a writing itinerary is made every week since I first put pen to paper. Since I obviously have bills to pay and actually have to work for a living, I use Google Calendar which syncs across three of my electronic devices. I set up a specific time for creative writing on certain days and note the project I want to complete. The excitement of being organized overtakes me as I promise myself for the umpteenth time to follow a strict writing timetable. The allotted time arrives. I sit down at my desk and flip open my notebook. Nothing happens.

Apparently, my Muse takes a coffee break. So I try to jumpstart her by typing up stories I’ve already written out but my Muse is such a heifer, she still fails to show up. Sexy music and then a nice movie in the background may entice her or it may not. In a moment of frustration, I’ll succumb to an online game and at least twenty minutes of my precious time is suddenly wasted. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

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A lingering thought

I think it’s my formal training. I have an English degree with a concentration in writing. I spent most of my college years studying the masters of the craft and wishing I could be just like them. I was taught to write by first creating an outline. To this day, I can’t write one sentence of a story without writing out an outline first. This habit annoys me. This could also be the reason I have never responded well to creative writing prompts.

Instead, my Muse shows up while I’m driving or listening to someone’s funny anecdote. I have a digital recorder but my words don’t flow while I’m concentrating on driving. Pulling out pen and paper during a conversation is a bit rude, although I’m seriously considering that in the future. I wait until I get home but then I’m confronted with every chore I need to complete before bedtime. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

This brings me to my two-day respite from the corporate world. We all know the weekend only means the responsibilities at your place of employment is given a break. Home responsibilities take center stage. I write a few sentences and then I remember laundry needs to be done. A few sentences more and the dishes in the sink stare back at me as I pass through the kitchen. All the while, my Muse mocks me, slowly sipping her lazy cup of coffee. I envy those past writers and artists who could depend on a rich patron. Their only purpose was to live life and create beautiful works of art for the enrichment of humanity.

I don’t believe in resolutions and even though a schedule would help immensely, I’m not continuing the torture of trying to adhere to one. I’ll succumb to her feminine wiles and accept the inevitable. My Muse is definitely in charge of my creative genius and maybe one day, she’ll let me win one.



Extreme multi-tasking


Have I ever shared with you that being a writer is hard work? I may not have but I will go ahead and let you know now about this career of mine. First of all, I love to write. I don’t think I was put on this earth to do anything else. My major goal in life is to publish as many books as possible and touch as many people as needed. I know it isn’t as noble as healing the sick or as glamorous as being a reality show celebrity however, it is what motivates me.

My fingers are glued to this keyboard.

My fingers are glued to this keyboard.

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I am glued to this laptop. If I can’t get to my laptop, best believe that pen and paper are close by. My mind is on overdrive, racing with plots, settings and characters.  Constantly, I plan, edit and re-edit. I am so lost in the creative process that often the business side of it gets lost along the way.

Oh, you didn’t know about the business of writing? Keeping up with my social networking has always been a daunting task. Hootsuite has become my page administrator for five different social networks. Writing only takes up about 30% of what I do on my well-worn keyboard. I push to force my body to stay awake long past its limit until my fiancee finds me dozing at my desk.

I must be crazy because I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Never enough time


It’s a relatively quiet Saturday morning. Once again, I’m sitting in front of my laptop contemplating my day as I delete thousands of emails I never have time to read. I’m too busy to read about the latest software upgrade or take advantage of a one day only online sale. My thoughts, days and nights are filled with my passion for writing. I have a long list of goals I want to complete. Unfortunately, just like anyone else with a small business, those goals take hard work, dedication and most of all, time.

Ever notice how there is not enough time in the day? You wake up before your body is ready, push yourself to the limit to fulfill responsibilities with work, family and whatever else. Some days go off with out a hitch. Other days, you wonder how you made it through. However, the one common question for the day is “where did the time go?”

A normal day for me is my full-time job, workout and write. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I slip in nourishment, time with my family, an online game or two and sleep. I don’t keep up with the latest clothing trends. That takes time. I don’t hurry home to watch the popular sitcoms. Something else that takes time. I have fan pages, marketing, blogs and numerous other wonderful things to maintain. Incidentally, all of these require time as well.

Ironically, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. When I shuffle in to work, swigging some caffeine, I’m proud of my tired state of mind because I know I created something magical the night before. When I read reviews and see the subtle demands from fans, the time spent editing is precious. I know the saying about all work and no play but until the 30 hour day is introduced or I can afford a secretary, it is what it is.


Never enough time in the day

Never enough time in the day