“One of my favorites in this series thus far, I really enjoyed Akash’s and Hamish’s journey. A lot of humor and a great deal of angst really kept this story flowing.”
I hate outlining. Always have. I hated it when I was in school. Still hate it. It, to my autistic mind, is unnecessary and illogical. I don’t like the pattern of standard outlines. They irritate me.
And I am a proud pantser.
I’m not–not entirely a pantser anymore.
I now use a bastardized version of the beat sheet. Plus, a cozy mystery outline I found online that is basically just a series of questions to allow an author to keep track of the details of the victim, the killer, and the main suspects.
These are new additions to what I usually keep in my book bible.
As I’m now working on what will hopefully be two lengthy book series, keeping outlines and additional information will save me from losing my mind when I write book 2.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a full planner. I doubt I’ll work with a traditional outline. They annoy me too much.
But, a little bit of planning has definitely kept my last two WIPs from going off the rails.
– Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. John Keats
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I thought it might be fun to share some of my characters thoughts on Valentine’s day. Either their thoughts, or what they do, or gifts they’ve received.
Motts (Primrose Poison): Over commercialised nonsense–but I sell a lot of paper bouquets so I won’t complain.
Francis (After the Scrum): I love a romantic day. You have to be creative, though. Who needs flowers or chocolate? Caddock found me a 17th-century desk to refurbish, the best gift I’ve ever received. He was also naked on it, so happy Valentine’s Day to me.
Davet (At War with a Broken Heart): Not bothered by cards. Chocolate and coffee make me happy.
Elaine (The Misguided Confession): If I get one more bouquet of flowers, I will riot all over London.
Tosh (One Last Heist): We played cops and robbers last Valentine’s day. I got to be the copper. We might’ve accidentally lost the handcuff keys.
Ivy (Ivy, The Blackbird Anthology): Best gift ever? The handmade card Gareth and Steve had the kids make for me.
(Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay)
“Would you just admit you can’t see in the dark?” Toshiro snapped in pure frustration. “Mack. Are you listening to me?”
“I’m fine. My ears work perfectly.”
Fine, my arse.
Well, my arse is fine.
“You walked into the table.” Toshiro watched in the darkened room through the night vision on his camera while his stubborn husband stumbled around. “And into the sofa—oh, and the wall. Classic. You’re supposed to crack the safe, not take a header into it.”
“Toshi,” Mack whispered his nickname sharply. “Couldn’t you yell at me in Cantonese or Japanese or any one of the hundred languages you speak? It would still be distracting, but I wouldn’t understand a word of it.”
“I speak thirty languages—not a hundred.” Toshiro grinned even though Mack couldn’t see it. “I suppose the point of a timed run-through of cracking the safe might require your full attention. Oh, look, you tripped over the carpet again.”
“Gregor Tempest Mackay Ueda-Easton. Fine, fine. I’ll be quiet. Continue walking into the wall, but I’m not explaining your concussion to the others.” Toshiro continued to ramble about the idiotic stubbornness of his husband in Portuguese, one of the many languages he’d picked up over the years. “Idiota.”
“I understood that one.” Mack tossed one of the drill bits of his safe-drilling rig in his husband’s general direction—missing him completely. “Keep cussing me out in Spanish.”
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“A very fun romp with a healthy dose of fear of being killed by the bad guys thrown in. Also with some pretty hot sex scenes — nice bonus!”
4 Stars, Jenn, Goodreads