Irons in the Fire

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I dream someday of just writing. I have so many other obligations that I can’t write as much as I’d like. This week, I’ve been writing like crazy on my newest novel Bullet, which I hope will be available to you sometime this month. In the meantime, I’ve written a little bit more in Quickies (not sure when that one will be available, but I’ll keep adding to it until I think it’s big enough to warrant a book). I’ve also been working on the scene I promised to my Facebook friends, one where you can read Johnny and Katie’s first hookup from Johnny’s point of view (from Tangled Web). But for now, I still bemoan that I can’t just spend my entire life sipping Caramel Macchiatos at my local coffee café while writing my next juicy read.

Ah, well. It could be much worse. At least I have a computer and I can type a crazy amount of words per minute (making multiple typos at the speed of light!).

But enough whining. Let me tell you a little bit about Bullet, the stuff you don’t know and haven’t read on Goodreads or my Facebook page. First of all, I had a revelation recently, and it started with, of all things, a Twitter post where I mentioned that I love metal, but it’s not just about the music, and then I wondered if some of us women also objectify the men we worship. Yes, there are a few women in metal, but let’s face it: by and large, it’s a boys’ club. Now…I’m okay with that, because the boys are very good at what they do, and it takes a special woman to hold her own (and I’m damn proud that they’re out there!!!).

So how does this tie into Bullet? Well, a couple of ways. The first is that the main character Valerie, about midway through the book, makes the same observation I did here. More than that, though, I’ve realized while writing the book that I do tend to put these musicians on a pedestal, but it’s not just because they’re good looking. It’s because, through their music, they touch something inside me. And it’s not just the words they write; it’s also the music. It’s everything together, and it’s something that people who don’t like metal don’t always understand. Metal’s not just music. It’s more than that. It’s bigger than the sum of its parts. It’s a language to those who write it and listen to it. And that’s a good part of why I incorporate the music in all the books I write–because it speaks to me just like a beautiful painting or a good book does, or even a powerful poem or a classical piece by Tchiakovsky.

So…I’ve been rambling this evening. Too much writing today, I fear. But, in all seriousness, I’d like to assure the men of metal that it has never been my intent to objectify them in my worship, because as a woman, I myself wouldn’t appreciate being objectified. However, I hope they like being worshipped, because I frankly don’t see a way around that. LONG LIVE METAL! \m/

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