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#PitchWars is here!

I’M SO F#$<*&@ NERVOUS!!!!

Sorry, Cap.

Anyway, as I’m sitting and deciding on whether I’ve chosen the right mentors for my story…
Should I really submit the revamped Darrows? Because it is somewhat a repeat.
Who should I really submit to? Because they can help make me or break me right now.
Is every single person who read that story being sugary and fluffy with their praises or are they being so-very-true blue?

I just now–like literally right this second–remembered that I hadn’t even done a #PitchWars Bio for this year. Not that much has changed since last year. I’m still writing and unpubbed, except now I’m also serving up coffee and talking to everyone under the sun at my coffee-house job…

The story I’m submitting:

Love, Darrows

This is the retelling of the whole Cupid tale from myths of yore. And I say it like that because most people think of Cupid as being Greek myth, but he started out in Roman myth circles. Which my story touches on both here and there. The twist to my Cupid tale is the fact that my Cupid is gay. Plus, there is a Psyche (the original Cupid’s love) but I’ve included the other erotes and Greek/Roman myth characters and stories to create a modern-day, high school Cupid with his own unique story and personality. Quentin Darrows is seventeen–a poetic little $#!+, too–and in love with his best friend who loves to date anyone, male and female alike. And this poor Cupid is just trying to cope with it all.

(Quentin is going to kill me for using this Cupid image. He really doesn’t like babies in diapers being Cupid.)

Love, Darrows is a modern take on a Cupid who can’t control his own love life with his phone app arrows, so he fights for his boyfriend, Lex, in any way he can. The story I am submitting it part one and part two, Love, Carter, completes the tale.

What I am ready to do:

I am ready to rip this baby apart if I have to. I want to learn and make QUENTIN THE BEST DERN CUPID ever! I want to get his story out there and into the world. Give him the wings to fly because I know when he does, he’ll fly far! I’m ready to work hard and absorb all the advice a mentor wants to give. Be harsh with me, because I need the honesty to get my story living. I’ll stay up all night. Work all day, except when I’m working, and even then I’d be working on Darrows.

I just look forward to having new eyes and new thoughts on something that’s been with me for years.

Even if I’m not chosen, MY ULTIMATE GOAL IS TO GET DARROWS PUBLISHED.

What I typically write:

Usually my stories fall into a million different categories. Well, except for my NYC-RomComs. I write adult and YA. I usually go contemporary with my tales, though I’ve been in and out and twisted around almost every genre out there–Paranormal, supernatural, retellings, rom coms, myths, knights and princesses, angels and demons, ghosts, dystopians, mystery, space, and superheroes[ish]–with the exception of horror.

What I read:

I like almost any kind of story. Romances tend to be in my top picks (most recently Mónica B. Wagner’s Frosh series and Rachel Van Dyken’s The Matchmaker’s Playbook series). I love a good non-romantic series (see the Lunar Chronicles and Divergent). Graphic novels–Scott Pilgrim, Agent Carter, Spider-Gwen, and Ms. Marvel are among the tops ones I read.

Well…I just love a really good book I don’t want to put down but then I regret when I finish reading because I want to keep those characters and events with me forever.

Favorite Movies/TV/Netflix/Hulu

In other words, random stuff that has nothing to do with writing, yet has somehow inspired me in so many ways.

Anything Chris Evans, my favorite being What’s Your Number?

And Scott Pilgrim…

I like Captain America, The Avengers, Underoos (aka Spider-man), Back to the Future, Star Wars (Han Solo), Guardians of the Galaxy, Parks and Rec, The Office, Rick and Morty, Supernatural, Brooklyn-9-9, Stranger Things, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Friends from College, iZombie, Game of Thrones…

I CAN’T BELIEVE CAP KISSED MARGERY TYRELL!!! *WORLDS COLLIDE*

…Westworld, you name it and I’ve probably watched it. Almost anything you can find at a Comic Con panel or that will make me laugh. Or sigh. Or go awww, or even just…

Random things about me:

I am becoming a polyglot.

I speak American natively, and I have many years of Spanish under my belt. Recently, I started learning French, Norwegian, and Japanese. (I have plans for Swedish and Italian in the future.) I can already label some items and ask questions in French and Norwegian. I also can recognize a lot of Hiragana on packages (and read a few things) when I’m shopping at Daiso–Japan’s answer to the dollar store.

Daiso is one of my favorite places to go.

I have a growing collection of Funko figures. Mostly Captain Americas. The first one I owned  was Han Solo I found back in 2011/2012. Then Marty McFly and Doc. Then Chewbacca. Then when Cap came out…and so on and so on…

Recently, I used a plastic Coca-cola crate and turned it into a shelf for my Toby Stanks (yes, I did that on purpose. #TeamCap #SorryNotSorry) and Underoos Funko figures on the other side of the room from Cap and me.

I like photoshopping photos into looking like a comic or something someone drew. (This is one I did for a coffee project at work.)

I am allergic to sulfites, meaning that virtually everything I eat will make me sick–including my beloved fruits and veggies. I was never vegetarian but I really don’t like meat especially without ketchup or a sauce or seasoning.
The only thing I like without that stuff is the Flying Dutchman from In-N-Out. So I’m there a few days a week.

Despite my allergies and my body’s inability to handle food properly, I have managed to lose almost 100 pounds…which is a great feat, IMO. It’s still a work in progress, though.

I always wanted a Captain America sweater, but when I couldn’t find one that not everyone else would have, I looked up knitting patterns and figured out how to knit my own…It’s a great comfy sweater perfect for reading and rainy, cold days.

I like to draw.

I now draw the boards for my store.

this isn’t the best one, but it is the most recent.

 

L’il Sebastian. Because…

 

And…well…if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a HUGE fan of Chris Evans. He has the BEST SOUL anyone could own.
Everyone at work picks on me, a lot of people roll their eyes, but I will defend him/that fact to the death.

MY FAVORITE CAP IMAGE:

Why? Because it always reminds me that when things look bleak, when you’re feeling down, when all looks lost in the world, keep fighting, keep hoping, keep working and you will come out of it a better person and hopefully on top of it all.

I plan on staring at this one a lot in the coming weeks when the mentor/mentee teams are announced. (And hopefully long after as I’m readying Darrows with my mentor’s help.)

Well, it’s time…

Time to begin. Isn’t it? (sorry, channeling Imagine Dragons there) Time to get those mentors listed and get Darrows into the mix.

*deep breath*

Thanks for taking the time to read. And sorry about the fangirly me. (not too sorry, though. it is who I am.)

GOOD LUCK TO ALL WHO ARE ENTERING!!!
SEE YOU GUYS ON THE FLIP-SIDE!

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all gifs found on giphy.com

all images are mine.

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Love, Darrows.

Here I am. Putting one of my favorite stories out there. *deep breath* Not that I don’t want this baby published. I do. But this one… I think I may have to take Quentin and Lex into the world of self-pub. Since he is in the process of being copyrighted, I thought I would go ahead and post the first chapter, then link it into the MY STORIES ↑↑↑ menu ↑↑↑ above ↑↑↑ should anyone want more info about my Cupid. I haven’t decided if I am going to stick with just posting the first chapter or if I’m going to do up to five. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I do hope you enjoy my Cupid-in-training, high school senior, mister popular, OCD, over studious, overachiever Quentin Darrows. Quent. I would cast William Moseley as Quent in the movie…without the accent. Sometimes.

my own screencap from S1 of The Royals

Title: Love, Darrows
Word Count: 90,000
Genre: YA LGBTQ Retelling of Cupid/Fantasy/Contemporary Mythology
Novel Summary: Quentin Darrows is training for the most important job, Cupid. He has control over everyone’s love life in Romulus High School but his own. What’s a Cupid to do when all he wants is to be with his best friend, Lex?

This novel is part one of a duology(duet), told through Quentin Darrow’s point of view.

Thank you for reading.


Chapter 1.

The morning scramble. Less delicious than it sounds. It consists of running around, last-minute, trying to not forget anything. Clothes, preppy and colorful. Teeth brushed, breath minty. Hair, every strand in place. Books. Shove books into backpack. Backpack on shoulder. Stairs. Overbearing mother.

“Quent, take a moment and eat something.”

“Sorry, Vee. No time. Lex will be here any minute.” The backpack takes a chair as I shove my arms into my jacket.

Overbearing mother sticks a banana in one hand as it emerges. She sticks a small glass of almond milk in the other hand as I shrug the jacket onto my shoulders. “Eat!”

There’s never any arguing with the self-proclaimed goddess of our household. The almond milk slides down my throat in a gulp. The banana is peeled and takes about three bites and a hamster cheek to fully consume. The peel hits the counter and I go for my backpack.

“Quentin…”

Saved by the blaring horn. A blissful poetic justice.

“Bye, Vee.” I book it to the front door, overbearing mother not too far behind me.

“Can’t you call me mom just once?”

I turn at the door and give Vee a quick kiss on the cheek. “You told me you were too young to ever be referred to as ‘Mom’.” I step into the cool humid air of a late, sunny September morning. Lex’s car is sitting at the curb. The windows are too darkly tinted to see him, though.

“That was in public. You are free to call me mom at home.”

“Bye, Mom.” Halfway down the short walk, I look over my shoulder. “Better?”

Vee is absolutely unamused. She looks bronze against the white column she leans on while wearing what most would consider unmentionables. Practically see-through, satin lingerie in a soft pink. As horrifying as it sounds. She tosses a small wave before folding her arms over stomach.

I can’t jump into Lex’s black convertible fast enough. The seatbelt buckle clicks as I slide the metal tongue into it. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on.”

The window hums as it retracts into my door. Lex leans into me, smelling of a raspberry-vanilla mocha and baby powder. Death would be welcome right about now.

“Good morning, Mrs. Darrows.” He says this with almost a sweet tone overlapping the sinister meaning underneath. A flirtatious whim.

Major mistake looking at my mother. She kicks one leg out in some sort of supermodel pose, the lace and silk lingerie hiking up her thigh. “Hi, Lexington.” Her hand waves as though she’s pageant queen on a float with a touch more exuberance. It’s as though she was waiting just for this moment.

I want to throw up.

“How many times have I asked you to call me Vee?”

Lex bares his teeth in a mirthful grin. He’s so close I can see how his two front teeth lean slightly to the left in the upper row of white. “Okay, Vee. We’ve gotta get going.”

The whole display is disturbing.

Lex fastens his seatbelt. The window rises from the door, separating me from my mother. Finally. “Your mom still looks like she’s twenty.”

“You know she’s fifty. Can we go now?”

Lex leans back in his leather seat. His left arm is straight, grip tight on the steering wheel. The Audi’s engine roars to life. The gear drops into drive and we pull away from the curb. Shocking the tires didn’t squeal.

“You’re such a buzz kill, Quent.”

“And you’re sick.”

“And you love it.”

He touches a button on the steering wheel and the radio blasts the interior of the car with music. If you can call what he’s listening to music.

“Are you single-handedly trying to reinstate Seattle grunge?”

He tosses a nonchalant shrug at me. “What?”

“The plaid shirt over the holey t-shirt. Jeans that seem to be hanging on by a thread.” I reach over and give a playful tug on the soft blue knit cap on his head. “This ridiculous beanie.”

He smacks my hand away. “It took two hours to get my hair and this hat just right.” His eyes take a quick roam to my side of the car. “Should I dress like you? Like Abercrombie threw up all over me after a drunken night out?”

“Hey, I’m not heading into the realm of cliché. We live in Washington state and you’re listening to Pearl Jam like they’re music gods.”

“In my defense, it’s the new Pearl Jam.”

“There is no defense for Pearl Jam.” I lean over and twist the knob next to the screen on the dash, searching through the available radio stations in the Olympia area. “I’ll let you keep the retro nouveau look, but I get control of your knob.”

Red Light.

Lex actually stops. Meaning I’m getting my boyfriend’s squinty-eyed, half playful, half serious grin. “What have I told you about using those double entendres?”

“Use them wisely.” I fly through the stations until I’m fully convinced real music just doesn’t exist on normal radio waves. I pull out my phone and connect it to the car’s Bluetooth. Music. A meta name for the only playlist I have. Spoon. Perfect.

The light flicks to green, and we speed off towards school. “Don’t fuck up my speakers with that indie crap of yours.”

“We wouldn’t be arguing over music if you hadn’t made sure I was grounded from my own car.”

“I told you I’ll pay for the ticket.”

“It’s your ticket. You were driving my car when the red light camera got you.”

“Technicalities.”

He drives through our town like he’s Speed Racer trying to outrun Racer X. He manages to only hit the yellow lights this morning. One after another, the last one turning red as we’re in the middle of the intersection. When I see the hints of our high school behind the towering pines ahead, I couldn’t be more thankful.

Home of the Fighting Wolves. Go maroon and grey! RHS. Romulus High.

The place is situated on top of a hill overlooking the student and staff parking lots. There is one long, white concrete staircase, broken into four sets of ten, that leads you from the student lot to the red brick Administration Building. Our school is like a college. Each building is suited for the type of class. The English building sits to the right of Admin. Sciences behind and catty-corner near the cafeteria. The Math building is in the far back of the campus, right near the bus drop.

It’s where I have to go first thing.

School is a conundrum of emotional and mental states. Some of the kids absolutely hate it here. Others, this is the epitome of their lives. First loves. First heartache. Pregnancy scares. Cheating boyfriends and girlfriends. Drama. Comedy. Fights. Love, lust, and likes.

For Lex, school is popularity and friendship. Flirtations and flings. From the car to his locker, no matter how drizzly or sunny the morning starts, everyone pauses to greet him or whisper and point his way. He is attention-getting on his own, without his father’s political status or his mom’s PTA brown-nosery.

“I have football after school,” he says, taking notice in the direction of Anna Lynn Garrison, the perfect blonde of school. His eyebrows lift and he does a slight smile.

I can only roll my eyes. “Cool. I have SC today anyway.” I leave him to wander over to the land of giggles and girls. One day, he’ll walk with me to class. As my best friend and boyfriend. That day can’t arrive soon enough. Until then, I’m on my own. “See ya.”

For me, high school is a job. One of those eighty hour a week numbers that age you well beyond your years, both mentally and physically. I’d love a day off, but in my line of work, there are no days off. No vacation. No sick days.

It’s all ludicrous, though. Honestly, I could use some age on my face. Something to tone down my rounded cheeks and boyish grin. My senior picture looks exactly like my seventh grade picture with a different shirt. Cursed forever to look infantile. Even if I don’t shave, I’m looking severely illegal to the female staff at our school.

I hear things.

“Hey, Claire. How’s Stan?”

“He’s avoiding me as always. Why?”

“Just keep talking to him. He’ll come around.” I always wink at high school girls. They giggle and you feel like maybe you just made her day a little more special. All a part of my job.

The concrete steps can’t move fast enough for me this morning. I barely make it past the first two sets of steps before I’m being hailed from behind.

“Hey, Quent. Can we talk a moment?”

I turn around and fight the scowl from my face, putting on a happy grin as I see the over-eager assault coming my way. Thomas Janice. As two-faced as they come. You never know what his angle is.

“Is this about SC? Whatever you need should probably wait until the meeting this afternoon.”

“Actually, I wanted to find out why Lex has a sudden interest in Anna Lynn.”

Geez. I don’t have the time or the patience for him right now. I proceed on my original path and say, “I’m not my friend’s keeper, Thomas. What’s it matter to you?”

Thomas walks beside me, matching my right with his. Left with left. The only difference is he’s taking the steps as though they’re slippery stones in a river. “Look…” He takes the fabric of my jacket in his hand just so I have to stop. His beady eyes—that are far too close together in my opinion—dart around. He leans in as though a national secret is being passed between us. “I’ve got to know about Anna Lynn.”

“What?” My eyes narrow. I can’t hit a human. I can’t. “You have a thing for her?”

He tries to pull off innocence, but his head flips and I get nothing but arrogance in the shrug.

“What about Samara?”

“I’m going to break up with her. I just need to know if Anna Lynn is available.”

I hate him. Cheating douche. Samara is as gorgeous as a sunset and as kind as Mother Theresa. She deserves someone who will treat her like she is the air they need to breathe. He’s going to destroy her if I don’t do something.

“Look, stay with Samara. She walks on your every word like a ghost in the mist, floating peacefully in bliss.”

“Stop with the poetic crap, Quent. Does Anna Lynn want Lex?”

I make it like he’s pointing a six-shooter in my chest instead of his short, stubby finger. My hands may be up by my shoulders, but I am far from conceding. “Not my place. Ask Lex yourself.”

The last ten concrete steps and I’m home free, cutting through admin to get to my locker just outside of the Math building.

“Quent!”

Now I don’t mind talking to this girl who says my name like it’s the best surprise in the world. “Lana. Didn’t you ride in on Gabe’s fire red pony today?”

The girl can do a hair flip any mean girl could be jealous of, though she has not a mean bone in her body. “Ha ha. I get it. Gabe has a Mustang.” She rests her arm on my shoulder, mesmerizing me with her chocolate eyes. “If my normal ride wasn’t grounded…”

“That’s Lex’s fault.”

“I know. Besides, I have a crush on Gabe and this gives me the chance to talk to him more when he’s not in tutoring. So thanks for that, Quent.” She looks around. “So…where is my brother?”

“Usual.”

“Does he always have to hang out with the parking lot trash?”

She makes a great argument. “You know I can’t ever stop him.”

“Well, I love that you always watch out for him. Even if Lex never listens.” As an outsider, one would see her hug me and think we’ve been intimate for quite a while. The way she leans her whole body into mine while giving my cheek a kiss. As an insider, you’d know we’re good friends with a common interest—worrying about Lex as if he’s lost in the world. “Later, Q.”

She walks away with springs in her steps. Sway, sashay.

Thankfully, she looks nothing like Lex. Actually, none of his three younger sisters look anything like him. They all take after their father with their fair skin and light brown hair with hints of strawberry. Lex got his perma-tan and black-brown hair from his Mexican mother. Still trying to figure out where his magical eyes came from, though.

Time to surf through the students and get to my locker. I need to get this day started.

“Hey, Q.” Sarah Richards. Currently dating Dion Hayes, basketball center.

“Quentin. How’s it going?” Dexter Keating. Mathlete. Loves Eire, head cheerleader. Dates no one. Sad really.

“Quent, did you get number thirty-two on the calculus assignment?” Diana Durant. Sits behind me in class. Also has a secret crush. Her crush? Me. She’s never told a soul. I only know because it’s my job. Insider information.

“I’ll help you before tardy bell, okay?”

She smiles as though she’s been canonized. “Will you help me at lunch, too?”

“If you don’t mind Lex joining us.”

My locker. Just in time. Fourteen. Nine. Fourteen. Door open between us. I can’t look at the hurt on her face any longer. I hate that I have to break her heart on a daily basis. She’s not the one I’m falling for–Lex–but, she’ll find someone soon. I’ll make sure of it.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The misery of a downtrodden heart weakens me. It’s fairly painful. I hate it so much.

I check behind the locker door and see her turn the corner. Good. I hope I find a him for her soon. In the meantime, I have others that need tending to.

I pull out my phone and lean against the lockers. The app I need is hidden under the ‘Do Not Disturb’ menu on my phone. I roll my eyes every time I see it. Utterly ridiculous. The app takes a day and a half to load on the school’s shitty wi-fi.

“Mr. Darrows, I expect your texts to be complete before you head into math.” Mr. Sabine. Calculus teacher. See also, teacher advocate for Student Council. Lonely. Not married.

“Q, can you give this to Lex? It’s his government definitions.” Penelope Milner. Penny. Make out queen of Romulus High School. Bi-sexual. Straight A’s she hasn’t earned by studying.

I take the paper from her. She plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth and sends a quick, “Thanks,” before taking off.

Finally, the app is up and running. Nine choices under the arrow label on the menu. Each one carries its own weight and consequence. I have to pick the one that will cause the least amount of pain.

Arrow: Lead.
Duration: Forever.
Send to: Samara Khatri.
Send From: Anonymous.
Message: Janice is lying to you. He wants Anna Lynn. You may want to dump him before he cheats on you and breaks your heart.

I send it without hesitation, knowing that in a few weeks a better guy for her will come along.

Arrow: Silver.
Duration: Two months with an option to renew.
Send to: Claire Ryan.
Send From:Stan Parker.
Message: Been thinking about you, Claire. Wanna meet up after school?

My thumb taps send.

“Who are you texting this time?” Lex pops open the locker next to me.

“Tempest from Omega Phi.”

A man with the expression of someone who just ate dirt looks at me. “Since when do you like a Greek?”

“Never. She texted me first.” I scope out the area behind Lex. Samara stops suddenly, staring at her phone. Her bronze skin pales instantly. Tears hug the rims of her dark eyes. I hate that I had to do it.

“Oh, trying to get practice for college next year, huh?” Lex grins like a devil. He knows better than that.

Fine. Two can play this silly little game. “Oh, look what I have. Penny asked me to give you this paper she wrote out for you? What’s that about?”

Lex snatches the paper from my hand and shoves it into his locker. “A drunken momentary indiscretion. Nothing more.” He slams his locker shut as the bell rings.

We surf into the wave of students, heading towards the Math building. Hordes of them schooling about. Chatting. Pushing. Quiet. Shying away. And one smile and bright brown-hazel eyes, a life saver in the chaos as Claire checks her phone to see the text she received.

I’m willing to bet it’s from Stan.

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Daydreaming of Charlie Everett…

Not that I’m experiencing a writer’s block of any sort. Just thinking ahead as to what I have left to write of Charlie and Violet’s story in Wings. Thinking about the now three questions I have left to answer, and the two extra characters I need to use before the story ends. Because it’s getting close. Just typed out and finished chapter twenty-one today. The question is: Will I proceed to 22 or will I work on something else? Because I just am not ready to give Charlie and Violet an ending yet. Because I love them and once they’re done, I won’t get to spend time with them…well, not as much and not in this capacity.

Sometimes, I just listen to the story’s soundtrack that I build as I go and think over the events and characters. Sometimes I draw out floorplans and diagrams in my journals. This time, I photoshopped. I sort of took Charlie (Chris Evans inspiration) and made him into a graphic novel character. What kind of superhero would he be? Definitely a quirky, fumbling, awkward hero that shines no matter what. (Think along the lines of The Tick or Too Much Coffee Man).

And then I made an alternate possible cover image for the book, though I will say Wings refers to something other than angel wings. This is just my weird obsession.

I’ve discovered a few things while picturing in Photoshop. It’s clear I’m about four chapters away from the end now. I know whose POVs need to be done and pretty much in what order, though one chapter could be told from either POV. I know when and where the answers will come. Maybe within a week I’ll have them typed(?)–*heavy sigh*–though I am far from ready to end this story…because I LOVE it so much! If this could be turned into a film, I’d watch it as many times as I have seen What’s Your Number?…which, let’s say is VERY WELL SO FAR OVER 100, I’m looking in the rear-view mirror and 100 is parsecs away.

Am I the only one who finds it difficult to type THE END on a beloved story?

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This post filed under writer’s procrastination and fangirling.

All images were made by me with PSE with images found on the internet through Google and Pinterest. No copyright infringement intended.

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Bookstore observations:

Books. They line every shelf, every aisle. As far as the eye can see. Well, except the cafe. The scent of new books fills my nostrils and my heart speeds up. I’m on a hunt for something to fall in love with. Something to read and cherish and mark in and love until the pages are broken and worn. This particular hunt is for that perfect RomCom.

I’ve read other RomCom-y almost stories…

I loved this back in its fic days… The first fic I have ever read, the book series is excellent, too.

The paperback version I own was given to me from Fics 2 Flicks. If they hadn’t sent it my way, I would have NEVER discovered this lovely gem.

And they are fantastic and on my favorites shelf in GoodReads. But they’re too Eromedy for what I’m searching for. (Eromedy is a term I made up when I wrote Life Imitating Art. The author in that story called her tales Eromedies…and I use it all the time now. It’s Erotic Romance meets Romantic Comedy.) Not that there is anything wrong with these stories, but I want something sweet and endearing and not all about the sexy times.

I have a few of those. Much like the books above, I own multiple incarnations of them or the entire series or both. They sit on my shelves and on my kindle. I pull them out on occasion to read through my favorite parts that I’ve bookmarked and/or highlighted. Much like the line in What’s Your Number?, the movie, each thing brings a patter to my heart, a smile to my lips. I love these books.

A few of my Absolute Favorites:

What’s Your Number?

Originally titled: 20 Times a Lady

Both by Karen Bosnak. One is a movie tie-in cover. I own both–in paperback and kindle–because I just love the story so much!
Did you know, in the books, the main character’s name wasn’t Ally Darling? It was Delilah Darling. Anyway…

Between the Lines  series by Tammara Webber

Boomerang series by Noelle August (a collab Veronica Rossi & Lorin Oberweger)

I don’t know what I loved most about these books. The drama. The humor. The story. They just snatched my attention and I couldn’t put them down until the last word was read, at which point I refused to put them down.

These are the types books I went hunting for.

I stalked my shelves first. I tend to hoard books like a squirrel readying his nuts for the winter. I buy them based on the appeal of the cover and a quick scan of the blurb. A few of my favorite books have been discovered with that process (see, The Night Circus). I got excited when I spotted:

Jane Austen Ruined My Life

I pulled it out and went for the description first. Read, read, read, and slowing down and…bummer. This turns out to be more Chick Lit than RomCom. I’m just not in that mood.

So I took to the web. GoodReads has lists and lists and I went straight for the RomCom list. Book after book. Found one that was highly rated and was supposed to be Cinderella meets Falling Down. Just off the pitch alone, I was had. And I got Perfect Girl by Michele Gorman on my kindle and read and read…all the way to 30% when I realized: CHICK LIT! NO! The break-up was inevitable…it just wasn’t working out. It’s not the book, it’s all me. Maybe I’ll pull an Ally Darling and try again in the future, but for now…

I have sadly found, a lot of Chick Lit is lumped into the RomCom categories. I don’t want a woman empowered  because she found her life path in a life of suckage, I want ROMANCE AND COMEDY! GET ME JAKE ADAMS!

(Take that back. I want COLIN SHEA more)

Now, I got excited when I came across The Nanny Diaries on Amazon and Goodread’s RomCom Lists.

And I truly adore the movie, so I thought, why not? The book and the movie align here and there, as it should. But the book took the more Nanny approach to life where the movie went all Harvard Hottie. And I wanted so much for Harvard Hottie to be the story. It wasn’t a bad book by any means, it was just not enough in the Rom to balance out the Com in the story. *heavy, slightly saddened sigh*

It wasn’t getting any better.

A friend (hi, kiTT!) recommended:

A Nicholas Sparks novel. (Found a copy at the bookstore!) It’s on my TBR list and bookshelf, but I’m worried it’s way too DramRom (Dramatic Romance) rather than RomCom…

While I was at the store hunting down that Sparks book, I searched for more RomComs…I’ll take anything movie related, television show related, or just a great, sweet story like it never before touching the screens of the world. I found the romance section and I was thrilled and full of hope. But as I walked through the books, my heart started breaking. These books had shirtless cowboys and southern belles, guys with long hair, historical tales, a dude in a kilt going by the name Outlander. Uh…somehow I wandered into the wrong place. None of them were for me. Totally out of my league and not really my type at all. Even if the shirtless cowboys did snag a peek of my attention…I’m no longer hanging at Billy Bob’s. Time to go.

So I wander past the graphic novel aisle, stopping to consider Saga book 5 and Captain America (The Winter Soldier, Civil War, and the so very heartbreaking, The Death of Captain America…Pass. I think I’ll save my breakdown and ten boxes of tissues for the movie, thank you) and enter the generic fiction shelves. I found a ton of Chick Lit, traditional fiction, a row of Stephen King, a shelf of Gillian Flynn…and oh, look! Something Borrowed by Emily Griffin (the current read)! All I needed was Something Blue. They didn’t have that, but they did have Baby Proof on my TBR list… but that’s total Chick Lit. Ugh. Okay…There were some Sophie Kinsella novels, though the one I’m searching for:

may just have to come in Kindle form. *heavy sigh* Shelf after shelf was not even close to anything I want to read right now.

I go across the main aisle and search the YA section…because I do love me some YA reads more often than not. Twilight barely exists anymore, only occupying a third of a shelf. Sad. But that’s not even RomCom genre. Shelf after shelf. Much like fiction, I notice groupings. There is a section of dystopian love where The Hunger Games and Divergent run into The Maze Runner.  They aren’t bad, but I am sort of tired of reading about heroines who conquer all. Then there is the strong heroine in the contemporary fiction. BTDT. Random fiction, a lot of which I have read already. And much like the fiction section, I am realizing RomCom seems like an antiquated notion these days.

When did it go against the rules for a basic love story to exist? Does it really matter if a girl falls for a guy or vice versa or guy for a guy or girl for a girl? Because it seems like if a girl falls for a guy, she broke some law and the universe will come to a halt. I’m not saying have the MC be a weak little thing and give up her life for the football captain or whatever…even if I do love me some Sixteen Candles  and Jake Ryan types. I’m feeling like any fluff and fun that used to be so easy to find has just fizzled into nothing. And if the guy falls for a girl, he’s seen as weak. And if the guy falls for a guy, then it has to be about him dealing with it instead of just being in love. And same with a girl for a girl…UGH. WHERE ARE THE STORIES OF LOVE WITHOUT A LIFE-LESSON-DRAMA TO GO WITH IT?

Which truly concerns me. Because those are my stories. I love the not-life-lesson-drama and the heart and the fun. I adore the moment someone admits their feelings. I love the chase and typically the happy ending no matter the cliché. I’m a sucker for such things. I’m DYING to read a story like this. I’m on the verge of writing a story like this. Which bring me to the next concern…

If they are so out of sync with the world these days, would it get published? Would it be worth a write? That’s a major thought…one that makes me pause and think of all the sci-fi, the dystopian, the stories of strength and virtue…is a RomCom just nothing in the world of publishing now? Because I know I am hard pressed to find a good RomCom-y movie these days. (Which I can’t wait to see My Fair Dude! Wish it was a book!)

I hope I’m just overthinking again. Because something in my gut is yelling at me to write this story.

In the meantime, I did pick up one book (that hopefully fits this love story idea) since I recently acquired the companion story on my Kindle and I was desperately searching for this one:

I just hope it’s as cute as the book jacket summary reads.

And PS… I totally bought the second one just because of the cover alone. (I have a weird book/page art thing. I have a whole pinterest board dedicated to that obsession.)

So to any of my readers, followers out there…if you can recommend a GREAT ROMCOM, please do. Comments, email, twitter…tumblr…any of them. I am desperate for a new love! I can only Colin Shea for so long… (going on five years now…Who am I kidding? This will probably last for an eternity.)

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*crawls out of the creative cave*

*stands up* *dusts off knees* *rubs eyes with back of fists* *squints*

“Who turned on the sunlight?”

“What year is it?”

“What’s been going on?”

Well, it’s official. Approximately six months, the love of two characters, the idea of a story, and incessant typing have brought me to the finish of the Duet…the two YA books covering one story. And quite the weird, contemporary yet ancient, fun, amorous story it is. I am so proud of this one. For once, for me, I didn’t question what I was writing. You know those pesky ones that get stuck in your head with almost every word you type:

“Who’s going to want to read this?”

“Why am I writing this?”

“This sucks to me so why would I torture someone else with it?”

I’ve thought those things before–either all of them or just one–with every novel/screenplay/novella I’ve written. Until now. It’s the oddest thing…

I plan on reading through the first story, making the edits I need to make…and hopefully not adding more content. And then…Pitch Wars is coming up this weekend. Or I may just query it straight to agents. (Thanks to Lori Goldstein {her website and new book} for her help with those dreaded queries.)  Need to decide where I’m taking Darrows and Carter soon.

In the meantime, I feel like such a…

I don’t quite know what to do with myself. I have about 97 story ideas waiting to be born into novels or screenplays (it’s been a while since I’ve typed out one of those) or even a graphic novel…but nothing is sticking in my head as something I’ve absolutely got to type and type right now.

Maybe I can sit back and enjoy life.

Hindsight is a great show and I can now watch it without pausing to write notes. And seriously??? Andy!!! What are you doing??? I cannot stress enough how wrong this moment was… and look at Lolly in the background there…she’s making sure Becca isn’t going to flip out while this nonsense is happening…

Oh, The Royals is coming up on E! on March 15th! And I’ve been dying to see this since seeing the trailer on the big screen before Mockingjay pt 1. DYING, I say! My new drama staple…I just know it! Prince Liam!!!!! And CORGIS!!!!! And le sigh… I can’t wait to bask in all this glorious, fictitious, richery (that’s rich debauchery for those that don’t understand my combo words)…not since 90210 went off the air have I wanted to watch something like this so desperately. (PS gif makers, I’m in need of The Royals gifs…a desperate need! Send ’em my way if you have ’em.)

And finally, after the Flash next month, iZombie! I’ve read the graphic novels and am fully ready to enjoy Veronica Mars meets Zombieland. Mmmm…brains, comedy, and just some good old CW FUN!

All great distractions, but really, I want to fill journals and type away…

I’m sure something will come to me and I’ll wind up crawling back into the creative cave to disappear from society for a while again. Who knows? Maybe next time, I’ll emerge into a Zombpocalypse event or something.

all gifs found through giphy on tumblr. Prince Liam image is from Tinder and I’m sure property of E!…apologies for borrowing him, but it’s too awesome not to share.

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