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Adventures With WordPress

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

WordPress is a challenge for me. I can do HTML coding. I can manage CSS with a cheat sheet. I can even hack the code in Blogger with instructions and have everything work right, but WordPress? It’s a problem for me and I can only do the bare minimum with it.

It is the blog I use on my website, but my web designer set it up, and I just update it. That’s easy enough to do. Although I swear, there are times that’s a challenge, too.

So in a fit if idiocy, I decided to put WordPress on a secondary website I have. I posted my house pictures on it, but haven’t done anything else with the site, and since I’m paying for it, I decided I might as well get more mileage out of it. My ingenious plan (snort) was to do a photo gallery of pictures for my Works In Progress and password protect the blog so that no one could look at it. Why? Copyright.

The photographers hold the copyright on their images, and if I expect people to respect my copyright on my books, I need to respect others’ copyrights as well. Plus, after seeing scammy advertisers on Facebook who used images of Oprah and other celebrities without permission, I didn’t want to publically post these pictures without permission from the models as well. And since I have no plans to hunt these people down (model or photographer), that means I need to keep them private, for my own use only.

It seemed simple enough. WordPress has a bazillion plug-ins and I’d just find one to secure the blog part of the site and it would all be good.

Not!

The first solution I read about left the pictures open to indexing. Which totally negates my entire reason for the blog. The second involved hacking the code and uploading a file. I did the file part all right, but the hack was written for an older version of WP and the folder they said to put the hack isn’t in my list of files. I opened one that looked kind of close, but decided I wasn’t brave enough to try it.

That led to option three. A plug-in that would require a sign-in. Exactly what I wanted. I had to upload the plug-in since it wasn’t in the database (that worked!), but the plug-in wouldn’t let me into my own blog even when I signed in. I deactivated it. Then I tried solution four. Another WordPress plug-in. This one didn’t work either. Apparently, I don’t have PHP 5.2 or higher. Still no blog.

Today, I found another possible solution. This would be number five. It’s another plug-in and I’ll try it out later, when I have a little more time. If this one doesn’t work, I’m going to have to wait until I make my deadline because I really don’t have time to mess around with this right now.

My problems with WordPress… Sigh. It’s challenging my geek status and I don’t like it.

My Favorite Lines–Part One

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

There are books I’ve read that have lines I can quote even years after the last time I read that story. For example, Perfect Partners by Jayne Ann Krentz has one of my favorite lines of all time: “Good news, Dixon. She doesn’t need therapy.”

Or how about Linda Howard’s Mackenzie’s Mountain: He needed a woman bad.

At odd moments as I read, I wondered if my favorite line in the book was the same as the author’s favorite. Did she have one? Was it something different? Or did she think back to this story and remember the same line that I recalled when I thought about that book? Sometimes a line comes to me and it compels me to reread the book it came from.

I started thinking about this and then my brain wandered over to the favorite lines I have from my books. A new question rose up. Did people who’ve read my books love the same lines that are my favorites? I decided there was only one way to get this question answered: Blog about it.

Sometimes my favorite line can really be called favorite lines because it’s more than one sentence, but FWIW, here are the lines that are my personal favorites from my stories.

Demon Kissed

This is after the hero and heroine have made love.

She’d never bitten anyone before, not even as a child, but she hadn’t hesitated to do it to Andras. Claiming him. That’s what she’d done, marked him as hers, marked him off limits, and he’d done the same to her.

In the Darkest Night

This is from the epilogue, a scene between the hero and his twin brother.

“Now that we have that straight, you think you’ll get back to normal?”

“No. I’m never going to be who I was before, but maybe in a while, I can find a new version of normal.”

The Troll Bridge

This is the heroine’s response to the hero introducing himself to her.

“Troll? Seriously? That’s what your mom calls you?”

Blood Feud

Here is when the heroine sees the hero for the first time in 200 years. This is kind of a star-crossed romance and outside forces have kept them apart until now

Every woman should have a demon lover once in her life. Seere had been mine.

Edge of Dawn

This part comes after Shona, the heroine, has her eyes opened to the fact the hero is a magical troubleshooter and that he’s been assigned to protect her. This is part of where he’s reassuring her that what’s between them is real and not part of his job.

“I’d kill to keep you safe, but that’s my job.” The intensity in his voice had Shona holding her breath. “There are damn few people, though, that I’d be willing to die for. You’re one of them. Think about that while I change.”

Logan leaned down, kissed her forehead, and walked away.

Since this is getting a little long, I’m going to stop here. If y’all are interested, I’ll continue next Sunday with the rest of my books. I’m curious, though–what are your favorite lines from my stories? If you have any, of course.

The Great Coffee Mystery: Solved!

Friday, August 6th, 2010

About a month ago or so, I got a new coffee maker. Prior to this, I’d been using a 4-cup maker without a timer function on it, so getting a full-sized coffee maker with a timer was a big deal for me. Anyone who follows me knows how much I love my coffee! How cool would it be to wake up on the weekdays to fresh-brewed coffee?

Once everything was all cleaned out, I read the instructions on setting the timer and went at it. And I woke up to discover that I had less coffee in my cup than I had with my old maker. Huh? It wasn’t overnight evaporation because I set up the other maker the night before, too, so that when I woke up in the morning, I could just turn it on without have to measure while I’m blurry eyed.

I shrugged it off the first time and thought, hmm, maybe I didn’t pay attention and the water level was less than I thought it was. Okay, so about 4 ounces is a long way to mis-measure, but you never know. I tried again.

And got the same results the next morning.

I took my old coffee pot, measured the correct amount of water and poured it in my new pot, thinking that maybe the measuring was different for some odd reason. But no, the measurements were equal. I checked to see if the water was sitting somewhere in the pot and everything else I could think of, but nothing seemed off. Not knowing what else to do or where else to check, I started adding extra water to make up for the difference.

Now, I was getting the right amount of coffee, but the mystery remained unsolved. This was something sitting in the back of my brain, nagging me. Not enough to investigate further, but enough so pop into my mind at odd moments.

And then, out of the blue, the question was answered. I made coffee on Tuesday afternoon when I got home from work. I generally don’t do this. If I’m going to have a second jumbo cup, I usually make it at the day job, but that day, I had a must-do project and I was drooping. I knew I needed a boost.

As I’m putting everything together, I glanced at the clock on the front of the coffee maker. It’s not a digital clock, but an electronic face clock, without any numbers on it. The time on the maker said it was an hour later than it really was. Huh? Did the power go off while I was at work? But a quick glance at the other clocks showed they were still set correctly and nothing flashed at me.

I looked back at the coffee maker. Still an hour fast.

Yes, I set the time on the coffee maker wrong. Instead of starting to brew 15 minutes before I get out of bed, it was starting an hour and 15 minutes ahead. That’s where the missing water was going. The coffee was being heated away while I slept!

Embarrassing, yes. I do know how to tell time, but once I set the clock, I never looked at it again. It never–not in a million years–occurred to me that I’d set it wrong. Sigh. I moved the clock to the correct time, and this morning as I was getting up, I heard the beeping telling me that brewing was complete. I’ve never heard that before, but then I’m usually sound asleep an hour earlier.

The mystery is solved. I’m relieved to have this out of my head now, but my face is red.

World Views

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

I mentioned earlier that I sold another short story to Nocturne Bites. I’ve been immersed in this world ever since, writing and thinking about things. The basic world building is done and has been for a while because this is the third story I’ve set in this society, but areas that were only vaguely dealt with earlier are playing a bigger role in this story.

The two previous stories set in this world are Blood Feud in The Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance 2 and Demon Kissed, my first Nocturne Bites (May 2010). Just as an FYI.

Each story has a different hero and heroine with a different view of their world. To stay true to Point Of View (POV), and a writer has to or they’re doing a disservice to their h/h, some things just don’t get mentioned. When people live with something their entire lives, they tend not to think about it or notice it much. And the difficulty with the world building is that if your character isn’t thinking about a piece of their society, the reader doesn’t get that information either. It’s a balancing act that gives me headaches of epic proportion.

That’s one advantage to writing multiple stories set in the same world–each character reveals something different because different pieces of the world impact them differently than other characters.

In Blood Feud, the key piece of world building for Isobel and Seere was that vampires and demons had waged a 300 year war that ended 800 years earlier. Because so many of the original combatants are still living, hatreds and prejudices seethe between the two groups. Isobel is a vampire who works as an enforcer for her clan. Seere is a demon prince. Neither of them lived while the war was in full swing, but it impacts them anyway when Isobel’s sire (who is also her clan lord) forbids her to see Seere again. And he’s got the power to back up that edict.

But when I wrote Demon Kissed, the war between the vampires and demons didn’t factor much in either Andras or Bree’s lives. Andras makes an offhand remark where he calls vampires bastards, but that’s really the only indication of a situation that was of critical importance to the h/h in the previous story. POV and perspective. :-)

In Blood Feud, there’s an offhand mention at the end of vampires and demons needing to band together, but not really why. Demon Kissed has a demon-slayer heroine, so it’s a start to revealing what’s going on. The Bites In Progress (currently called Shadow’s Caress, but I don’t know if that will be the final title or not) introduces the vampire hunters. So if you go back to the first story, the reason why vampires and demons need to put aside their old hatreds is because they both have a new threat–humans who know how to kill them.

I’ve tried to write it in such a way that everything stands alone, but if someone reads all three stories, they should begin to see a bigger picture than what each story can reveal. Shadow’s Caress (as far as I can tell at this point) isn’t going to mention the demon-vampire war either because the heroine is unaware of it and the hero doesn’t really care about it. But they both are impacted by the vampire hunters.

And this is what I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve always known there were vampire hunters, but they were a vague presence where I didn’t need to be intimate with how they work. Now I have to flesh them out, become familiar with them. They’re important.

I have more ideas for this world, more characters, and if/when I write them, more of this world will be revealed. The first idea, the one that’s clearest in my mind, will highlight more about vampire society and the clan lords because it becomes critical. Pieces that were only brushed over in Blood Feud will be the focus. And I love this kind of thing–revealing the world bit by bit according to what the characters care about because of who they are and the situation they find themselves in.

I hate reading books where the author gives me a primer on their world. Not only is it a boring info dump in most cases, but it also often has nothing to do with what the characters would notice and/or care about. It’s a trade off, I understand that, but I’d rather err my direction–on the side of how “real” people would really behave. Seriously, do you even notice the color of the carpeting in your home anymore? Who walks into their house and thinks the beige carpeting contrasted beautifully the taffy-colored walls? No one. It’s the same with characters. They live with the reality of their world every day, they’re not going to notice the carpeting. :-) But a character who’s never been in that house before? She will remark on the carpeting and that’s why it’s awesome to do multiple stories in the same world.

Here We Go Again

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

First, the big news! EDGE OF DAWN won the Beacon Award for Best Paranormal!!! I just read the email a few minutes ago and I’m still grinning!


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So late this afternoon, after I’d finished the chapter I was working on and getting ready to head to my parents’ house for Sunday dinner, I hear a voice in my head say, “F***, man.” Now if a normal person heard this, they’d believe they thought it. I am not normal, I’m a writer. I knew what it meant.

“Who are you?” I asked. No reply. “Are you someone new or someone I know about already?”

“You know me.”

A little questioning revealed it was Mick, the hero from the second book in one of the proposals that’s out on submission right now. My next task is to figure out why he’s decided to pipe up after all this time that he’s been quiet. It took more questioning to learn there’s a new character around.

I know. I said I wasn’t normal. I might not be normal even for a writer. :-)

Once Mick gave his presence away, the new guy was happy to say, hey, I’m here. This isn’t a completely new character. He showed up for the first time around two years ago, but he had no heroine and no story, so after a few days he kind of faded away and I forgot all about him. Until last week. For some reason, his name popped into my head midweek, but I kind shrugged it off and forgot about. I know why his name came to mind now, don’t I?

I still have no heroine for him, but I know which idea he belongs to and that’s half the battle. And of course, I’m on deadline for a short story due the end of August which means I have to limit when the new guy can bother me. Interference in the Work In Progress is not an option.

So here we go again. Another voice when I already have too many in my head.


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