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Three romance-writing lessons

In honour of Valentine’s Day, we’re talking all things love here at Aussie Owned and Read. So I thought I’d look at three lessons in writing romance we can all take from a relatively unknown playwright I grew up with, one Mr Walt Disney.

  1. Sometimes, you need a knight-level romantic gesture. Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m very pro women saving themselves. I’m not exactly at bra-burning level of feminism, but I sure as hell don’t believe in waiting around for a knight in shining armour to ride in on his horse to save me or my fictional princesses (although give me a few glasses of wine and I’ll karaoke to the contrary if I Need A Hero comes on).
    However, what I do think works well in fiction is a grand gesture from a leading man toward the leading lady, or vice versa, or a leading lady to another leading lady, or a leading man to another leading man (just not a leading man to a leading dog. Because bestiality and no).
    But I digress! Romantic gestures. They rock. Sure, in Sleeping Beauty it might mean fighting through a thorny garden and slaying a dragon to deliver true love’s first kiss–but in a modern-day romance, it could be Heath Ledger singing “I Love You Baby” on the grandstand at the high school in Ten Things I Hate About You. It’s all relative to the story’s scale. Either way, a romantic gesture, whether from the hero to the heroine or vice versa, is a great fictional tool.sleeping-beauty
  2. Love can come in unlikely packages. Whether you’re talking Beauty & the Beast or even to a certain extent Cinderella,  delivering love in a place we wouldn’t traditionally expect it is a great tool that can be used in writing romance today. The reason this works is because not only can it surprise the reader, it also follows something we all know to be true–to a certain extent, opposites attract. At the very least, they make for strong conflict, which creates great scope for some tension-filled scenes (and the potential for a follow-on best-selling movie. Fifty Shades, anyone?).
  3. True love is 4 reals. In Disney movies, the hero and the heroine always end up kicking arse. True love conquers all, baby–there’s nothing it can’t do!
    beauty-and-the-beastI think, when writing fiction today, that’s something we can take on board, too. Sure, there are some HFN endings in which perhaps the hero or the heroine passes away, which obviously implies that it doesn’t quite conquer all (or certainly not death)–but in those novels, invariably we have true love existing or the impact of a hero/heroine dying wouldn’t hurt us as much as it does. If the person passing away was just some guy or gal the leading man or woman was a little close to but didn’t really love, would we care so much when they left us for a walk on the fictional rainbow bridge? No.
    In real life, many people either have found their true love, or are searching for him or her–while we don’t mind reading about the kind-of-almost-maybe loves, what gets readers truly invested, particularly romance readers, is knowing that the love they’re watching unfold is true love. The Big Love. The all-consuming, everlasting love.
    That’s why I think having “true love”, Disney-style, is a great fictional tool we writers can all employ.

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Lauren K. McKellar is the author of romance reads to make you feel. Her latest new adult contemporary romance, with lots of true love and a truck-load of love in unlikely places, is on sale now for $0.99. Get your buy links for Seeking Faith now via her website here or find out more info over on her Facebook page.

Beyond beginnings …

It seems fitting that our topic for January is beginnings. 2017 brings with it many changes and hopes after a particularly unusual and tough year for many.

As for me, I’m hoping that with the new year I will carve for myself a fresh beginning with my writing. You see, I had a tough time with it during 2016. With three kids, four after school activities, three separate schools, two P&C committees, and only one me it was a rather time-poor year. And as a writer who thrives off the total immersion method I found myself unable to pen new words. Basically I just couldn’t get my head in the story. The same with reading. I found myself reading the same pages over and over again, unable to move forward because there was never enough time or head space for imagination.

Yet, beginnings are the one thing I didn’t struggle with. Whatever sucked up my creativity seems not to have affected my ability to pen first chapters. I have a grand total of five beginnings that are so darn intriguing (no modesty here) that I’m determined to make them full stories this year.

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Getting past Chapter One can be a chore.

 

So what is the trick of getting beyond the beginning?

  • Stick to it: don’t allow yourself to be sidetracked by shiny new ideas. Write them down then come back to story number 1.
  • Plot it: If you’re having trouble finishing a story, plan out where it’s going next. In fact, plan it all the way to the end.
  • Make time: If, like me, you’re strapped for time get up half an hour earlier, stay up half an hour later, write in your lunch break. Whatever it is you need to do to snag a few minutes of writing time, do it.
  • Don’t edit: you heard me. Don’t read yesterday’s words before writing new ones. That chews up valuable writing time and makes it impossible to move forward to new words.

Let’s hope that 2017 is a productive writing year!

I plan on sticking to these golden rules to finish my stories. Do you have any tips for getting beyond the beginning?

Happy writing!

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Stacey NashStacey Nash is going to write lots of great words this year. To find out more about the great words she’s already had published or to connect with her on social media (where she tries to be engaging), check out these places: www.stacey-nash.com, instagram, twitter, facebook.

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The Month of Love: James

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To celebrate the Month of Love, Aussie Owned & Read are giving our followers exclusive content! It may be a love letter between characters, a special date, or a scene you’ve never read before.

Today, Katie Hamstead is giving an exclusive alternate perspective of Deceptive Cadence. With the Cadence Duology told through Cadence’s eyes, this scene is through James’. This is the moment he realized he loved her.

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Twelfth grade. Man, the years have gone fast. Scanning the classroom, I took in the other kids in my grade. Some I’d been with for years, some I’d never talked to, and others I’d become close to over the last year.

Having physics first thing on Monday could be the ultimate form of torture through boredom. But Cadence was across the hall, starting her biology class. After the swimming carnival last week, I’d need to watch out for her. Something was up, and I had a feeling I knew what. Becca was up to something.

Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. In the hallway, Cadence stood, smiling in at me. I glanced at my teacher, who was busy helping some other students, and  I headed out the door. One of the perks of being a senior; leaving without needing permission.

Cadence grinned as she took my hand and we headed out of the science corridor. I loved when she got in these playful moods. She was usually such a stickler for the rules when it came to classes and school. I was pretty sure it was because she didn’t want to disappoint her dad.

“James,” she whispered as we slipped around a corner. “Bio first thing Monday sucks.”

I grinned, touching her soft cheek. Everything about Cadence was so soft. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing about Physics. Wanna make out to break the monotony?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Sweet.”

I planted my lips firmly against hers. Her lips, true to form, were so soft, and tasted like her favorite strawberry chap-stick. I slid my fingers into her hair, again, which was so soft, and placed my other hand in the dip of her back. I pulled her closer, holding her tight. If I could, I’d never let this girl go. Sometimes I wished we were in the same grade so I could go to classes with her.

“Mr. Gordon.”

Cadence shoved me off with a gasp at the vice principal’s voice. His timing sucked balls. “Hey, Mr. T.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” He folded his arms over his pale blue business shirt and tipped his head toward the building.

“I’m good right here.”

“James.” Cadence turned bright red and pushed out of my arms. Stupid vice principal ruined everything.

“Get back to class, both of you.”

Cadence muttered something about the bathroom and disappeared in the direction of the girls’ toilets. I watched her go, and edged after her.

“James.” Mr. Turnball stepped in front of me. “You should probably keep that kind of behavior off the school grounds.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I’m smoking or drinking, sir.”

“Yes, I am glad you stopped doing those things, but let’s keep this winning streak up, eh?”

“Fine,” I grumbled and turned back toward the labs.

In class, I couldn’t stop thinking about Cadence. I shut my eyes, remembering the summer together, her skin turning brown under the sun on the beach or at the pool, the late night making out in our backyards to the sounds of cicadas. I’d never had a more perfect summer, and it was all because of her.

It was weird, feeling the way I did. The girls I’d been with in the past were just fun, fleeting, and lacked any meaning to me. But Cadence was more than all of that. I trusted her more than I’d ever trusted anyone, and the way she looked at me sometimes, with those big, dark blue eyes, man, I was a goner.

As I headed out to my next class, I glanced in at her. She grinned and hurried out to meet me. “What’s up next?”

“P.E.,” I answered, taking in her bright face. I knew there were girls around that were just as pretty as her, but there was something about her, something about the way she smiled, the familiarity of the freckles across her nose, that made her outshine everyone else.

“What’s up with you?” she asked, elbowing me in the ribs. “You’re unusually quiet. Turnball give you a lecture?”

“Nah.” I brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “I’m having trouble waking up. I think I may have fallen asleep in class.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Brat.” I flicked her ear and she laughed.

And right at that moment, as she smiled up at me, it hit me. I was in love with Cadence. Like for real in love. Not just yeah, she’s my awesome, hot girlfriend, but I could see myself with her forever. I never wanted to live without her.

I gave her a long kiss as she tried to leave me to go to her own class, and she pushed me away with a giggle. “You’re so out of it today. I’ll see ya after class.”

She waved as she turned toward the main building and I stood watching her go. I’m in love with her, and it’s the best feeling in the world. I might have been only seventeen, but I knew. The realization came without fanfare or fireworks, or any crazy explosive moment, but I knew Cadence was it. I’d never love anyone else the way I loved her.

 

Katie Teller

Katie Teller is a writer of NA fiction. Her debut, Kiya: Hope of the Pharaoh, has sold more than 50,000 copies. You can find out more about Katie, the Kiya trilogy, and her other books on twitterfacebook or at her own blog.

Love from another POV: Sebastian kisses Kath

 

Aussie_Vday PinkTo celebrate the Month of Love, Aussie Owned & Read are giving our followers exclusive content! It may be a love letter between characters, a special date, or a scene you’ve never read before.

Today, Beck Nicholas is giving you the first kiss in her contemporary YA FAKE from Sebastian’s point of view (rather than Kath’s). (I didn’t want to spoil anything from my next contemporary available from Harlequin Teen Aus: WHAT I SAW which releases in a few days.)

 

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Seventeen-year-old Kath McKenny has a date to the end-of-term party with her since-forever crush. He publicly messaged her to confirm, but there’s been a recent status update: he’s taking the new girl, Lana, instead. After being thoroughly humiliated in front of half the school, best friend Chay talks Kath into revenge: a scheme to create the perfect — and very fake — online guy for Lana. Once she falls for him, they’ll show her what it’s like to get brutally dumped.

Everything is going to plan until Kath starts spending more-than-just-friends time with the other new kid in town — Lana’s dreamy older brother, Sebastian. She tries to put an end to her prank, but it’s taken on an unstoppable momentum of its own, with very real consequences.
As her plotting begins to unravel, so do the people Kath thought she knew:
Her mother has a secret online life. Her father has a whole new family. Her best friend is barely recognisable. Her boyfriend has a disturbing hidden past. And her enemy is more familiar than she knew.


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 I might as well be wearing a ‘loser’ sign across my forehead. How many times am I going to mess it up with this girl?

Here I am, sitting in a deserted playground with the moonlight doing its romantic best, next to Kath, who I can’t stop thinking about, and all I can do is remember the fact that I was here on the weekend. With Poppy. With my daughter.

Kath doesn’t know she exists and I can’t bring myself to tell her.

It’s so damn complicated.

I swing. Push off like the child I wished I could be. And as I move, I relax. It’s like Kath’s enthusiasm, her wonder, is contagious. Higher and higher until I’m out of breath.

Slowly, we drift to a stop. Once I’m on my feet, I reach out to help her stand. She hesitates and some of the doubts I’m trying so hard to ignore threaten to resurface. Doubts about the insanity of me pretending to be an ordinary teenage boy out with an adorable girl who he likes very much.

But then she touches me and all I can think about is kissing her at last.

She stumbles and lands in my arms, her silly wig nearly comes off but on her it’s cute. I pull her closer, unable to resist any longer.

But I need to tell her the truth first. ‘Let me explain,’ I whisper.

I brush the hair off her face as an excuse to touch her.

‘No,’ she says. ‘Don’t.’ She presses closer. ‘I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think.’

Her hands on my chest make arguing impossible. I cup her cheek. ‘What do you want?’

She kisses my hand sending electricity through me. And then the other.

I’m drawn closer still so I’m only millimetres away from the lips I can’t resist. I sigh, giving in. Our lips touch. I kiss her softly, gently, not wanting to scare her off.

But then she meets me halfway, urgent and it’s enough to drive a guy crazy. Our noses bump and we grin at the same time. I let go, tangling my hands in her hair. Kissing her now like I’ve wanted to every time we’ve been together.

Her knees buckle but I hold her against me. I would carry her anywhere. She’s so soft and sweet and I have wanted this so bad. More than anything.

The thought is a cold shower.

I can’t lose my head.

I have responsibilities.

Pulling back, I try to ignore the flash of hurt on her face. I run my hand through my hair so I don’t reach for her again. ‘I should take you home.’


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Beck

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Bio:

I always wanted to write. I’ve worked as a lab assistant, a pizza delivery driver and a high school teacher but I always pursued my first dream of creating stories. Now, I live with my family near Adelaide, halfway between the city and the sea, and am lucky to spend my days (and nights) writing young adult fiction.

 

Finally…

Those of you who regularly read our blog know that I’ve been training for the New York marathon. It’s been a lot like my writing journey. Ups and downs and setbacks and so, so long. But finally on November the 1st I lined up at the start.

Only I guess I actually started a long time before that and the run was a lot more like the finish.

It was hard…. Really hard.

But 6 and a half hours later, I crossed the finish line. Just like a lot of people will cross the finish line for NaNo this month. Like I crossed the line of my page proofs for book #3 to be finished this month.

5 things I learned which relate to writing:

  1. If you put one foot in front of the other you’ll eventually get there. If you keep writing the words add up.
  2. There will be people ready to cheer you on from the sidelines. Writing friends will be there when it seems hard.
  3. Others will expect you to fail. In everything – don’t let them win.
  4. It’s going to hurt. Rejections and setbacks are a part of writing.
  5. It will be worth it.

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Beck

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Bio:

I always wanted to write. I’ve worked as a lab assistant, a pizza delivery driver and a high school teacher but I always pursued my first dream of creating stories. Now, I live with my family near Adelaide, halfway between the city and the sea, and am lucky to spend my days (and nights) writing young adult fiction.

Find me at my website:

www.becknicholas.com

Or on twitter @BeckNicholas

How Do I Become A Writer?

I get asked this question a lot, especially by my “non” writer friends. I think it’s interesting because I know it secretly means How do they become a writer? I’m also fairly certain most of the people who ask me haven’t read my books, but that’s another issue at this point.

So I’ll begin with one thing: a burning need to write a story. Then another, then another. This need needs to be more than just an idea. You need to write it down, hash out the plot, the twists and turns, develop the characters.

No time? Congrats, I don’t have time either. I’m a mother and wife, which in themselves are crazy busy gigs, I have a baby and almost five year old, have church and family commitments, and work. Yes, my work is mostly edits, but that leaves very little time for actually writing, and before I received my first contract, I was working in an office part time. Not to mention, I’m a female and put a heck of a lot of pressure on myself.

So no time? If you’re serious about writing, you’ll find time. Please don’t insult me and every other writer out there by asking this.

Next: Remember your first story won’t be the next Harry Potter. There’s a reason why we have the term “first draft.” Working in submissions, I’ve seen a lot of newbies submit. It’s cute, really it is, and I try to send them something constructive for feedback. Yes, please, for the first round get all your ideas down. Better out than in. But after that, get online, join in writers groups, read blogs, make some friends who can critique with you and refine your art. Like anything else out there, there are rules and styles for writing, and these are there to fit the trends and reader expectations. Trust me, you want your readers to be happy.

Once you’ve written that manuscript and polished it to a shine, then you can look into querying. I started by getting involved with competitions. This way I could get great feedback on my query, and I met other writers at the same stage as me. We worked together, and I’d say most, if not all, the people I met during that time have a book deal of some form.

But you’ll need to know a few things.

1. You will be rejected. Over, and over, and over, and over…

2. Know what you’re looking for. Do you want an agent? If so, don’t sign with just any agent. Know who is good, what agencies have positive/negative reputations, who actually gets big 5 publisher deals (some agencies have little to none of these) etc.

If you choose to go through a press, know the same about them, are they reputable? Do their books sell?

Also make sure you read over any contract you consider thoroughly. You don’t want to be blindsided by contract clauses you missed.

So there you have it. Sounds simple enough, right? With hard work and patience, along with frustration and a thick skin, you can get there. There are plenty of writers out there, but the authors are the ones who soldier on and work through the trials.

Katie Teller

Katie Teller is a writer of NA fiction. Her debut, Kiya: Hope of the Pharaoh, has sold more than 10,000 copies. You can find out more about Katie, the Kiya trilogy, and her other books on twitterfacebook or at her own blog.

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NaNo tips — the story continues …

November is synonymous with a time when many writers from the world over batten down the hatches and join NaNoWriMo. The goal? 50,000 words. The reward? Well, no one really seems to go into that part. I guess the reward and the goal are the same. 50,000 words.

In case you missed it, the lovely Sharon gave some great NaNo advice here. Today, though, I’m going to talk to you about something a little NaNo different.

Here are three things I’ve learnt while completing NaNoWriMo in the past:

  1. You get better at it. The first year of NaNo, I completed the 50,000, and it was hard. And I mean giving-up-chocolate hard. My brain felt depleted of sugar and energy all at once.
    But the second year? Writing got faster.
    The third? Faster yet again.
    And even though I didn’t complete NaNo in those two years (see point below) I increased my average 30-minute-sprint word count from something around 200 words to a more consistent 1,000 words. Now that’s a win!
  2. You may not use a lot of it. They’re words any NaNoer will preach from the church steeple — write, write like the wind, and don’t worry about fixing it now. Just go forth and spew words to paper.
    This means that you may later end up not using all the words on that paper. You may even throw that paper through the shredder.
    But that’s okay. Just because you wrote it, just because you bled it from your heart through your fingers onto the screen doesn’t mean you have to keep it. Get rid of those words, guilt-free (your editor will thank you for it).
  3. Forgive yourself. This is the second week of November, which is also occasionally known by me as The Time With Everything Falls Apart. Let me explain.

I’ve done NaNoWriMo for the past four years now. The first year, I loved it. It drove me to achieve word counts that at the time, I’d never thought possible for myself. Plus, I discovered the wonders of sprinting — and I do love a good sprint!

Fast forward to the year after. NaNo became hard. I started with the greatest of intentions, but life got in the way. At the start of week two, I was on target for the good ol’ 50K. But by the Wednesday, I was a few words behind. That quickly became a few hundreds of words behind. And soon, I was on a slippery slope to Impossibleville, check your hope and dreams at the door, folks.

Once the numbers start to stack up against you, it can be all too easy to give up hope that you’ll ever achieve NaNo. Your computer becomes this nasty, nagging beast, the word count flashing at the bottom of your document a constant reminder of your failure. Failure. You have failed before you’ve even hit halfway.

Once, that hurt me. Once, that made me so very upset.

Now, though? Now, I have learnt. And this is by far and away the most important NaNo lesson I have ever discovered — there IS no failure. Say you fall a few days behind? It doesn’t matter. Because (see above) the reward when you finish NaNo? It’s the words you DID write. That’s the prize.

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So even if you don’t hit the 50,000, don’t despair. You get a prize anyway.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALauren K. McKellar is the author of romance reads that make you feel. She’s currently on NaNo-track. Just …