As the plots turn...

So, I’m tooling along revamping what I thought was book two of Elyrian Brides when my muse pulls me up short.  And a new character I have never thought of just shows up out of the blue.  Truth be told I had toyed with the idea of an around the way girl but nothing in detail.  Also, not as a main character, more of a supporting character.

My muse had other ideas.  Up popped her story, back story, opening scene and lines! LOL Here’s a snippet:

“But, girl, they’re yellow.”

Sancecrea Jeane’ Wilson’s neck did the black girl neck twist like no one else could.  With it she could curse you out, crack you up, and piss you off all with the one move.

“And their money is still green!  Don’t be no fool!”

Her friend Denay scrunched up her face.  “Say what you want, Crea, but it is weird.  I ain’t hanging out with no yellow dudes.  You can go over there without me.”

Sancerea, or Crea to her friends shook her head in disgust as she got up from the table and made her way through the noisy crowd in the club toward the group of yellow men who had just arrived.  The aliens had their own VIP section and any and all black women were welcome to party with them.  Well, if you could call it partying.

They kept a section just for themselves and female guests.  They bought bottles and rounds a plenty but they drank none of it.  They seemed to enjoy the company of the women.

Crea had her eye on one in particular but every time she saw him her mind went blank.  Everything about him said trouble in flashing neon letters.  Crea was well accustomed to the type and she wanted to get next to the yellow one yet to be named, as she thought of him, in the worst way.

Every time she tried someone, another Elyrian or black chick seemed to be in her way.  She had peeped him checking her out from time to time.  He always smiled and winked at her then went back to talking to whoever he was talking to at the time.  He always seemed to be in the midst of party but not part of it.

All the Elyrians had cash to burn or long money.  Somehow, though, she got the feeling that he was the one in charge.  He excited her and scared her a little, too.  All the more reason for her to get next to him. 

I love my muse.  Truly I do but she is a bit of a trickster.  Or perhaps she’s just smarter than me.  I’m all ready to head to Elyria and begin the next story.  I am quite amused at the twists and turns for Octavia.  Poor Kade is all I’m going to say.

However, my muse says there are other stories to tell on this side of the universe before I head on over to Elyria.

In the meantime though, here is chapter 17 of The Thief of Callandaria.

Elyrian Brides

This is me! This is me! This is me!!!!! *feet kicking air excitedly*
I cannot believe it. I can't believe how ridiculously happy seeing this makes me. *chuckle* Yeah, I know. Couldn't I have done something better with the cover?  In time. In time. I'm learning and enjoying this journey.

I actually did design a better cover but I didn't know how to turn it into a jpeg at the time. I know now. So I'll be ready for Book Two! I am hard at work on it while still working on Seven's story and about three others. Mercy!  And work too! lol

This story has evolved so much since I first started it on scraps of paper a decade ago.  Even with all the changes and rewrites I never saw the ending coming.  My muse even keeps me guessing. It is all in good fun though because I love the twists and turns.

There is a part in the book where Octavia and her sister are discussing what color the children will be. Octavia says that Kade is expecting a light brown child while she is looking for something in a pastel yellow. I'm typing and cracking up at the same time because even as I picked a color for the Elyrians I never wondered what color their children would be until I was typing out that scene. *chuckle*

I had fun with it and I am looking forward to working on the next story...*sighs* and all the ones I'm working on right now.

In the meantime, this is where the book can be bought. Elyrian Brides: Octavia I want to holler so bad but I don't want to scare the neighbors.

I'm published!!!!!

*runs around screaming* Yes! I am that excited. *chuckle* Now to wait for someone to say yay or girl, sit your azz down somewhere and stop the story telling. *lol*

Don't worry.  I have NOT quit my day job.

*feet tapping with excitement*

Soooooooo…

I am sitting here on pins and needles.  I just uploaded my first story to Kindle Publishing.  Elyrian Brides: Octavia by Sunshine Taylor Reddick.  *shaking my head in wonder*

I can’t believe it.  The pen name is a nod to my father, maternal grandfather (love that man who I never met), and my mother.  I like it and it suits me.

So now I sit and wait to see if anyone is interested in what I have to say.  It would be nice if at least one person liked the story.  It is part of a series of stories that I’ve been working on for over a decade.

I know, a decade! *chuckle*  It all started one day when I was watching a talk show.  There were men and women from each skin color represented.  They were all discussing why they didn’t date their own skin color.  I think that is the weirdest craziest thing in the world but I digress.

Anyway, when they got to the black man...I don’t even remember what he said.  I just remember how sad he made me feel with his words.  I turned away from the tv and started to write a story about a world where black women are adored.  That is where I came up with the idea for these stories.

It is such a hateful world out there.  It seems like so much of it is directed at women right now.  There are so many books worshipping every other woman on the planet.  Black romance novels are just that, black romances.  I thought it would be nice if someone put us on a pedestal or at least tried.

I really like these stories and characters.  I just wish I was a writer.  *chuckle* I am not a writer.  I am a story teller.  I love telling stories and dreaming them up.  I just wish my writing skills were better. *sighs*  If wishes were money…

Anyhoodles, may the Lord God grant me a receptive audience and my own little niche…or big niche.  I’m not choosy.  I’ll take a cottage industry like Tyler Perry’s to quote Time Magazine.  *cheesy smile*

The argument continues...

My muse and I are still going over just how many more scenes are left to this story. *sighs* I don't know why I am even bothering.  It is not like my muse will leave me be until the story is completed they way he/she wants it. *eye rolls*

The argument is an exercise in futility.  To that end, Chapter 16 of TTOC.

Me and my muse.

Me and my muse are having a disagreement.  I say there are 3 scenes left in TTOC.  My muse says there’s more.  Pray for me.

New Projects

So, I've been kicking around this idea in my head for the past 10 days or so. I'm skeptical about it because it is a horror story and I just don't normally do them.  I've only done one and that was in high school for Lit class. I got an A on it.  My teacher liked the surprise ending. I was surprised she was surprised. *chuckle* Then, I usually can figure out where a story is going long before it gets to the end.  I stopped reading mysteries because the last one I read, I figured out who the murderer was by page 50 and I had a few hundred pages left to read. And it was a very good story.  It was even made into a movie. *chuckle* That's just the way my mind has always worked.

Still *shrug* my muse doesn't normally go in for that kind of stuff.

I thought it was just one of those ideas that swirl around my head for a moment and then disappears after awhile.  Then I saw how the story ends and realized, it could be my sort of thing after all. *chuckle* Now to figure out when, where and how it starts. I already know the why and a few of the who.

For the record, there is nothing wrong with Horror stories. I love a good scary story. Scary, not necessarily gory. I am a Stephen King stan! *chuckle* Though I haven't read any of his recent stuff. I've been too busy working on my own stuff.

Maybe when I get a few more of these stories out of my head, I'll have time to put some other people's stories into my head.

To that end here is Chapter 15 of TTOC.