Ever have that moment where you go into the bathroom to take a shower and something skitters across the floor and you jump straight into the air and start shrieking like a banshee convinced it’s some spider demon from the lowest pits of hell that will devour every last shred of your soul… only to find out it’s actually some bundle of lint discarded from the washing machine?
See what I did there? Wrote the longest and most nonsensical sentence in the history of forever in some kind of hope that you would be distracted and say “but Ginny, you practically vanished at the end of October.”
I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could say it won’t happen again, but I know my demons better than that. I wish I could tell you some kind of reason why, but explaining what happened and saying sorry had become a demon in its own right, keeping me from posting and getting back to my life.
Instead, I’m going to wish all of you a very happy holiday, and tell you that I’m going to be absent probably until after the New Years. I know this really isn’t a change, but I’m resolving right now that come New Years, I’ll be back to the Ginny/Lola that you remember.
I started it. I swear to God I did. I even have 17,000 plus words down. (For perspective, The Monster Within is just over 30,000 words) When I opened it last night to work on it though, I ran into a problem. As it turns out, I am barely literate. (Seriously, if you read that draft, you would cringe) so instead of working on that… or thinking about the plotting for the four (FUCKING FOUR) books that I (Ginny) have to choose between to work on in November…
I watched Clueless.
Don’t judge me.
Did I ever tell y’all about my werewolf series? And yes, I’m a New England girl who uses the word y’all. I like the way it sounds. Sue me. Anyways, did I? Tell you about it I mean? Well I’m telling you now so I guess it doesn’t matter. I have a series of werewolf stories that may be novellas or novels with switching main characters in the works. I was going to call the series “that time of the month” and yes I am aware that this means the series will have to be tongue in cheek. I plan to put tongues in lots of places during the series, so why wouldn’t cheeks be on the list? For book titles though, I was going to go with the names of songs about wolves. You know, like “Howl” and “Bark at the Moon” and “Werewolves in London” and… okay, those were the only three I came up with. Which was a problem since I had five books in mind.
(There is a point to this, I promise) Continue reading
I you follow both Lola and Ginny, I’m sorry that you’re reading this twice. It’s an important issue to me though, so I wanted to share it with everyone.
I woke up this morning (October 10th) just struggling. Struggling with lackluster sales, with too many ideas in my head, with what to write for this guest post, and… well… with the two people that live in my brain. Technically there are three, but I know where the line between my civilian self and my two author personas is.
Because of this new identity crisis I decided that maybe I should be talking to you, the public, about my new dilemma. See, originally I started writing without a pen name in mind. Well I had one, but it sucked. Then sometime pre-July 2011 I ran across a steampunk name generator, and thus, Ginny Lurcock was born. Ever since, I’ve been building the Ginny Lurcock brand name on twitter, with my blog, reviewing at Pure Textuality and just generally putting myself out there. I wrote a vampire novel (that, on advice of counsel, I have to stop calling YA because there’s a little tiny bit of heavy petting). I started and then abruptly halted on a super hero novel, a YA about the descendants of gods, the story of a thief (who has been my constant companion in some form or another since age sixteen) and a thousand other half baked ideas. Continue reading
Instead of me trying to explain the complex mess of emotions (that somehow my super awesome boss and even more awesome husband were able to sum up in seconds because they get me, they just get me) I’ll use this visual aid: Continue reading