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I DO Exist!
It’s been an odd summer for me. I got off my routine of writing every day due to life. I know there are writers out there that understand, and I’m sure there are plenty of you who have a hobby occasionally ruined by the way life progresses. I did my best not to be frustrated. Instead, I managed to severely edit a story I’ll be submitting this morning. I’m amazed at how much I ended up cutting from the story. It’s tighter, and I hope much better.
Two years ago, my chapter of RWA hosted a retreat for whoever could make it to a plantation south of New Orleans. We’d done it in years past at another plantation upriver, and it was time for a change. I’m not sure it was a good change, but the trip did inspire a story that’s will be published by The Wild Rose Press.
We began our evening at the plantation by finding our rooms, which were scattered all over the place. Some were in the big house. Others were in what was probably once the caretaker’s plain home, and still another group were in an elevated modern house. We settled in, saying hello to our roommates and getting the lay of the land, which included a few rooms with sketchy latches on the doors. When we convened in the former chapel turned dining hall and bar, we all had a tidbit to tell about our rooms. Some were happy. Others were rather less so. Eh, I thought. We’re way down where no one cares.
We forgot all about our rooms when a certain friend of mine pointed out the four rather handsome men enjoying dinner at the next table over. They all had suntanned or sunburned necks, fishing shirts, and boat shoes. They were four men on a weekend away from whatever, whether it be wives, girlfriends, bad jobs, or a family reunion. My friend mentioned something. My brain got to twirling, and a little while later, I mapped out a plot.
This is where I admit to having more ideas for stories than I have time to write them. So, Wright Place, Wrong Bed languished into skeleton plot land until I finished some other projects, moved from New Orleans, and set up a new life in Florida. Yet, I completed it, and now I’m dealing with edits.
If there’s a message to this story, I would say that it is to look for inspiration wherever you go and to keep with your ideas. They will eventually bear fruit.
Way back when I was a wonderful blogger. I posted so many ideas, thoughts, photos.
Then, another life fell under my umbrella–my mom. She’s now one of my primary responsibilities. I still take care of my family, but I ditched the day job and moved. I live in a beautiful place. Beer and oysters remain a part of my life as does writing, but there is less time for those activities.
I complain, no, write about my mother more on Facebook than I do here. Perhaps I should switch that? If you’d like to read more about what happens to me on a weekly basis (because I’m also terrible about posting each day on FB or Twitter) please friend or follow me on either of those places. The link for Twitter is on the sidebar. For FB, click here.
Big Bad Easy is a New Orleans based story based on something that happened to me. No, I didn’t become involved with a cop, but I did have my car broken into and have a great experience with the detective investigating it.
All that aside, Annetta Sweetko from Fresh Fiction reviewed this erotic romance and had this to say about it:
I also enjoyed the feel of the Big Easy that came through on each page, so much so that I found myself wishing for a beignet. I will certainly be looking for more from author Ursula Whistler.
I wrote this story at least four times, each with varying degrees of characters. Only the main character remained the same. When one of my writer friends made a suggestion about Mathias, the hero of this short story, I found the perfect foil for my heroine. It’s quiet. It’s uncomplicated, but it’s deep in ways that I think will touch you. Try it.
Big Bad Easy, Basically Bad, and Man of Few Words are all available as books from iTunes. With so many options for reading digital books, it’s a wonder we ever get anything done outside of reading for fun.