I’m a huge WriMo. Every year, I participate in NaNoWriMo and, um, recruit others to join me. (They call me the NaNoWriMo Bully at work, and the title may be well-deserved if I’m being entirely truthful!) Each year NaNoWriMo holds this really cool event in CA called The Night of Writing Dangerously as a fundraiser. I’ve never been—it’s a goal! But this past year, I was inspired by the name of the event… Writing. Dangerously.
I’ve been writing for most of my life, but I also spent the last 20 years being afraid. Writing in secret. Deciding that ‘just writing’ was enough, even though my dream was to be published. 20 years of settling.
And then last year, I decided that it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be bold. Brave. Lionhearted. Dangerous.
I officially started on March 18th, 2013—my 29th birthday. An entire year of writing dangerously. I started editing seriously in this year, I shared manuscripts with someone other than my husband for the first time, I received critiques and criticism and grew and improved from them, I faced down my crippling self-doubt, I subbed manuscripts for publication, I got rejected, I received two contracts, I spoke at events, I networked, and then March 18th, 2014, my 30th birthday and the end of my Year of Writing Dangerously, at 11:00 PM CST, my novella Sweet Giordan, Please Remember was released.
It was the most amazing experience. Reckless hope, wild writing, frantic edits, and a dangerous belief in my own dreams. And I suggest it wholeheartedly to anyone who has been settling for less than their dreams. It’s scary. It’s tough. Some days it almost doesn’t feel worth it. And then all that braiding and all that effort, start to come together and you realize you’re stronger than you were 365 days ago.
Ps. The NaNoWriMo Bully says that Camp NaNoWriMo starts April 1st and you should totally participate!!
(Thank you so much Charlie for hosting me today!)
Sweet Giordan, Please Remember by Raine O’Tierney
Giordan Stone is lucky, all things considered. Sure, he spent five years in a coma only to wake with a right leg that’s practically useless and no memories other than his name. But now he’s under the care of sassy southern surrogate mother, Chloe Devereaux, spending his days painting and healing. Giordan wants for nothing at all… until he looks out the window one morning and sees Chloe’s gorgeous son, Shane, standing there. Something very familiar stirs in Giordan.
When he sketches, Giordan is able to go into an “art trance” where pieces of disjointed memory come back to him without time or place. More and more of these flashes are of Shane Devereaux and the intense, intimate experiences they shared together. Even though Shane keeps his distance now, Giordan is convinced his flashes are real. But he doesn’t have the whole story. Giordan is determined to fill in his memory blanks and convince Shane his feelings are genuine.
Self-consciously, he glanced up, but Chloe was walking away from the truck, giving him privacy to do what he loved. With no eyes on him or his paper, Giordan laid the sketchbook down and carefully took an eraser to the light age lines on Shane’s face. He softened the look in his eyes, trimmed and then erased entirely his beard, and made him smile—just a little. The effect was so utterly charming that Giordan sank lower into the bed of the truck, more a boy with his first crush than a grown man.
Another clean page. He drew Shane’s face again. This time with more detail, taking special care to get the shape of his ears, his nose, his mouth—a wicked grin on his face—just right. He looked like Chloe in some ways—same green eyes but lighter skin—a blending of Chloe’s coffee and Mr. Devereaux’s cream. Shane’s jaw and brow were his father’s, but his well-defined cheekbones, full beautiful lips, and deep dimple came from some unknown ancestor. To say he was merely attractive was to do him a disservice.
“It’s going to rain.” A voice purred in Giordan’s brain, a deep, seductive, slightly familiar voice.
“We should go back in,” Giordan whispered down at the paper. He sketched Shane’s nostrils, his eyelashes, the intricate lines of his ears, all those hidden, beautiful things.
“Not a chance. I finally get you out here. You think I’m going to let a little rain stop me?”
“We’re going to get caught,” Giordan insisted. He was speaking out loud as if reading a script, and he could barely see the paper anymore. Was he making this all up? He could hear the voice so clearly in his head. “Your parents are—”
“In France. Be with me.”
It started with silliness. They were supposed to have a picnic. Sandwiches and wine in the shade of the new green leaves. But then Shane hoisted him up into his arms and carried Giordan to the grove, a wicked grin on his face.
“I’m not a princess,” Giordan, much younger then, reminded him with a fake look of disapproval. He kicked two good legs. “I don’t need to be carried!”
Shane had put out a blanket and laid Giordan down on it. “Maybe I just want to carry you. Whether you need it or not.”
Wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and a sweet smell filled the air. It was definitely going to rain.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he murmured.
“I don’t know why. We’ve done it a hundred times before.”
“Not outside we haven’t!” Giordan protested.
“No one’s going to see,” Shane promised.
“Well, then maybe I don’t care whether or not anyone sees.”
Raine O’Tierney is an always-writing, boundlessly enthusiastic, exclamation point addict! (!!!) She is known for declaring every day “the best day EVER!” and every thing her “all-time FAVORITE!” Despite this (obnoxious?) exuberance, she still somehow manages to have a wonderfully encouraging husband and writing partner, Siôn, and an amazing group of friends and colleagues who continue to support (read: put up with) her. Raine spends her days working as a library lady, fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom.
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