The thirty second installment of urban fantasy/paranormal romance author Natasha Hoar’s vlog!
Today I discuss the power of taking a day to be as grumpy as you want to be, instead of letting that feeling linger (especially when you’re grumpy over not making it to Comic Con…again).
Vlog thirty one – whoot!
Today I discuss Fan Expo Vancouver 2013 and the power of (cos)play.
The thirtieth installment of my vlog! 30! Whoot!
This is a ‘special edition’ vlog – which is a nice way of saying a bjd box opening video for my Bobobie Lucky, Elphaba. ;D
And it doesn’t get any less scary once you have a book or two under your belt. So just hit that sucker. Hit it good.
Before we go too much further into 2013, I need to get a few things off my chest.
Thank you to everyone who has thus far supported my dream of being a writer through purchasing my books. It is my most sincere wish that this is the year your dreams are generously bolstered and encouraged.
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to share their thoughts about my work on their review sites. I don’t comment on them (it’s become a huge no-no for authors), but I do read many of them. As does my mom.
Thank you to everyone who has said that they can’t wait to read more of my work. On days when I felt like I was the worst possible writer in the world, incapable of stringing together a sentence, let alone a plot, your amazingly kind words kicked my self-pity-soaked brain in the tush.
Thank you to my friends and family for all of your encouragement, especially Dad. I believe that heaven has a special place reserved for the fathers of writers. After listening to us whinge and whine (all the while making seemingly endless cups of tea), they deserve it.
Thank you to my editor, and everyone at Carina Press who has championed my books. Yes, I’ve said thank you before. And I’ll keep saying it, because I appreciate the work you all do.
Here’s to a great 2013. Huzzah!
It’s no secret that trying to write the third Lost Souls book has been like trying to pull teeth…from a T-rex …using nothing but a piece of frayed dental floss. Every time I’ve come close to thinking I have it ready to fire off to my Editor Extraordinaire, something unravels and falls to messy, goopy pieces (this is actually a huge compliment to said Editor Extraordinaire – it’s her ‘EVERYTHING for a reason’ technique that is revealing these sinkholes). I’ve pulled it apart, sewn it back up, added, deleted, cried, threatened, offered to write more naughty scenes (no takers. You’d be surprised what a gentleman Janus is)…
Messy. Goopy. Pieces.
Bear with me. Sometimes when you can’t see the wood for the trees, you need to paddle a canoe down the rapids to clear your head. The way I see it, the frenetic pace – and stipulated deadline – of NaNo is just what I need to get my inner editor out of the way, and clear the creative pipes, so to speak. My hope going into this exercise is that I’ll be able to reach the end of the month with a few useful revelations, to use in tackling LS3. Sans goop.
Thing is.. it turns out the revelations have started arriving a little sooner than anticipated.
See, on the drive home from work I was listening to Crispen Freiman’s podcast on voicing villains (in cartoons, games, etc). While he was discussing how villains are essentially all wounded or scared, my mind sort of drifted to the lead villain in LS3. And it hit me-
I’d imported the lead villain from another story, and tried to get her origional back story – her wound – to fit the Lost Souls universe. And it. Wasn’t. Working. This story’s villain was simmering beneath the import. She needed to be allowed out, to have her own way, cause her own havoc – feel justified in taking on Rachel because of her own unique wound.
So, am I abandoning NaNo to dive back into LS3? Short answer – no. I’m making notes, and sticking with this month’s plan. After all, I want to stay sans goop.
And I really want to earn my first ‘NaNoWriMo’ t-shirt.
***Part of the NaNoWriMo madness this year? If you’re looking for a another writing buddy, feel free to look me up under user name ‘NatGreyAngel’.***
Earlier this week I tuned in to one of our local radio stations just in time to hear a debate between two female DJs about whether a woman should or shouldn’t take her husband’s last name. All was well until one of the DJs attempted to end the argument in one sweet sweep by stating that if you love your husband, you’ll change your last name to his.
‘Colorful’ doesn’t come close to describing the language I used in response to that comment. (No worries – I was alone in my car, so no small children were permanently scarred by my verbal indignation.)
Paraphrasing our lady Tina, what the hell has love got to do with changing one’s name? And if it really is a matter of love, why doesn’t your new hubby change his last name to yours? He loves you, too, right?
My view on the subject is to each their own, so long as it’s their choice and not forced upon them. I don’t mind if you take your hubby’s name, he takes yours, one or both of you hyphenate your names, or you both decide it would be best to become Mr and Mrs Glitter-Star-Bug. So long as you’re happy, go on and do it. (I personally fall into the ‘both of us and our kids end up with a hyphenated last name, and the kids decide how they want their names to be when they go off and get married one day’ camp. And yes, I am very firm on that.) If you’re happy changing your name because you feel it represents an act of love, that’s great. But implying you have to change your name to show your love for your partner, and then not addressing reciprocation…still makes my blood boil at the thought.
On the other hand, this got me to thinking about fiction, and our expectations for the heroines we both read and write about. Certainly in historical romances the woman always takes the man’s name. But how about contemporary settings – how do you feel about your modern heroine not taking her beloved’s last name? How would you react if after surviving a zombie apocalypse (which happened to have enough quiet times for our hero and heroine to have scorching nookie scenes) they introduce the couple as Mr and Mrs His-HerName? Or Hers-HisName? Would you throw the book against the wall if at the end of the story the alpha hero took his heroine’s last name?
I would love to hear your thoughts on the subject!
PS: For some really interesting thoughts on the choices men and women make regarding their last names, I’d highly suggest giving From Two To One – The Last Name Project a read.