Please welcome author of historical and contemporary romance, Samanthya Wyatt. Today, she’s sharing how she uses a calendar as a tool to organize her writing, and make her more productive, as well as more about her book, Something More.
Tell us about a typical day in your ‘writer’s’ life, and how you use a calendar to help you get organized.
Good morning Rebecca, and thank you for inviting me to your blog site.
My morning usually starts with a cup of Java. If I’m lucky, hubby gets up first and brings me a cup of coffee in bed. Mmmm. What a way to greet the day!
Then I usually get on Facebook. I like to tell everyone Hello, have a great day or paste a hunky picture. I so love eye candy. And my friends have come to expect and appreciate my drool worthy photos. But if I’m not careful, I’ll be on the computer for hours reading what’s happening with everyone else in the world. I answer posts, carry on conversations, and have a ball interacting with other friends.
It’s difficult to keep to a schedule. Especially now that I’m retired. I thought I’d have all this extra time to write. But my family thinks I have nothing to do. I spend time with my mom, my kids think I should baby sit the little ones, and of course there is housekeeping. But who has time to clean house when you want to write?
Ever since I can remember, I have loved curling up with a book. I had a dream to see a book of my own published. With so many ideas running through my head, I decided to pursue my dream. Now I have three books published and a contract with Soul Mate Publishing for more.
It’s been a whirlwind, that’s for sure. I don’t need to tell any writer how difficult it is to find time to put words to paper, let alone create them in your mind. Sometimes, I have so many ideas I can’t get them on paper fast enough. I’ve spent a lot of late night hours on the weekends. When hubby worked the night shift, that was the perfect time to create. Alone, no one to bother me, and who else is up at two in the morning?
Hubby is retired now, which makes it even more difficult to find time to write. But at night, when I go to bed and finally have a chance to unwind from the day’s activities, my mind races. I get most of my ideas while lying in bed at night. I never remember those thoughts the next morning, so I keep pen and paper in my top drawer for when those ideas hit. Hubby thinks I’m nuts when I sit up turn on the light and start writing notes. But it has paid off.
I’ve learned to keep a calendar just for my writing. I schedule blog appearances and highlight the first Tuesday of each month for guest author spots on my Teaser Newsletter. That calendar has saved my life.
With a few tidbits here and there in the paragraphs above, the main writing tip is to discipline yourself. Time is the one thing that can get away and there is no getting it back. Schedule some time every day for your writing. Whether you compose ten words or a hundred, make an effort to write something every day. If not every day, as often as possible.
Using a calendar is a valuable. You can record the number of words written today. Using daily, weekly, or monthly monitoring is colossal in showing how much time has gone by since you last put words to paper. Set a goal to reach by a certain time period. A calendar will show your progress and may even prompt you to reach your goal.
Although my main love is historical, I also write contemporary romance. One day I was playing around to get my mind off edits on my historical series and I wrote a scene with two women on a cruise ship, bantering back and forth. The words seemed to flow and I had a ball. I typed and laughed. Afterwards, I really felt good. So I ended up writing my first contemporary.
A determined man, a headstrong woman, and a battle of wills.
Matthew longs for a woman to share his life, not his bank account. He owns a prestigious company that he rules with an iron fist. On his way to an important meeting, a light flirtation turns into more than he expects. He meets a woman with more confidence and strength than most men. Long legs get his attention, but Carrie attracts his interest. The alluring beauty does not need his money, and makes it clear she does not need him. He accepts the unspoken challenge.
Carrie trusts no man. An executive partner, she possesses a confidence that makes her assertive and her aggressiveness toward the male gender is somewhat intimidating. Until a pair of mischievous eyes melts her defenses, and has her second guessing her convictions. The day he shoved her into that cab he must have chiseled a chink in her armor. Matthew charges into her well organized life, cracks the stone wall she’s built and instills an emotion she swore never to allow.
Infatuation and excitement spark a journey of passion and forbidden emotion where two people must overcome their earlier convictions to find an everlasting love.
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Creating characters and bringing two people together in a romantic tale gives me great pleasure. I strive to make my intimate scenes beyond just doing the deed. My characters have depth, emotional investments, life-threatening challenges. The reader wants to be in the moment. Feel what the characters feel—emotionally. I try to give this to my readers.
You can also find Samanthya Wyatt on Soul Mate Publishing, Hearts Through History, Amazon, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Night Owl Romance Reviews.
Read an EXCERPT from SOMETHING MORE
Carrie nearly swallowed her tongue. Black curls sprinkled over a perfectly muscled chest – demanding her attention – sending her into a state of awe. Blood rushed through her brain increasing her already heightened senses. Hot. Naked planes and angles called on every female hormone in her body. The desire to touch – to run her fingers through those springy curls arrowing down to a bronze button. Teasing her, beckoning her to secrets hidden under low-slung jeans. She must be going mad, for no man – no man’s body – had ever created such longing within her.
She closed her eyes and found to her horror, the image was sharper. More real in her mind. She imagined her hands splayed across that chest, caressing . . . A dark shadow fell over her face, alerting her of his presence. Her lids flew open. Compelling blue eyes stared back at her.
Matthew pulled the bottle from her fingers and placed it on the patio table. Without uttering a sound, he pulled her into his arms. When his gaze drifted to her mouth, a surge of sensations engulfed her woman’s core. Then his mouth touched hers. She latched onto him like a starving woman.
He slid his tongue across the seam of her lips and she gladly opened to him. Slowly he teased his way into her mouth. Advance, retreat, until finally the sizzling contact of his tongue with hers sent shockwaves throughout her body. The moan she heard sent her deeper into the kiss before she realized it was her own. She moved closer and tightened her hold on him, absorbing his kiss with every ounce of her being.
Matthew’s breathing was rugged as he pulled away. Holding her head against his bare chest, his fingers caressed her nape. “That needed doing.”
With her cheek nestled against his soft blanket of fur and her lips a hair’s breath away from his nipple, the urge to kiss and lick threatened to take what little sanity remained. She knew his kiss would be heaven. She didn’t think it would rob her of her senses once again.
Cool air hit her face the moment he pulled away. Matthew drained half of his beer and stood looking across the lawn. For the first time in her life, Carrie was at a loss for words. She wished she could read his mind.
Why did he stop? What is he thinking?
After several moments, Matthew donned his shirt as if nothing happened. He spoke of a plan to finish the kitchen. She saw his mouth move and heard the words being said, but her mind kept reliving the kiss they’d just shared.
His bottle empty, he asked, “Are you ready?”
Am I ever. And I’m not thinking about painting the kitchen.
They went back inside and he once again took his place on the ladder.
“At the rate I was going, it would have taken me a week.” Her voice came out as a breathless gasp. His body went still. Little tremors of warmth danced in her belly.
“Thank you, Matthew. I’m glad you’re here.” Hearing her own words made her realize how much she meant them.
“The pleasure is mine.” His gruff voice made her wonder at the reason behind it.
When he did, his jaw was tight and his eyes had a strained look. They stared at each other for long moments.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“The kiss . . . on the patio.”
“Ah, to hell with this.” He slammed the brush down on the pan and jumped the two steps off the ladder. “Come here.” He groaned and pulled her into his arms.
He kissed her with a hunger so fierce her mind reeled from the intensity. Right now, at this moment, the only thing she wanted was to be in Matthew’s arms. She kissed him back with everything she had, drowning in the pleasure of him.
Passion flared between them and the more they kissed, the higher the fire burned.
His hands molded her breasts while his mouth moved to the pulse at her neck. His teeth nipped and his wet tongue laved and soothed and twirled making her crazy.
“You would pick now when I’m all hot and sweaty.”
“I like hot,” he breathed. “Besides, I’m sweaty too.”
“Sweaty on you is sexy. But I need a shower.”
His mouth slid down her jaw to the vein just below her ear. His lips sent wonderful vibrations on her sensitive flesh. “How about we take one together.”