Tonight I want to tell you about a novella I wrote a year or so ago and recently
re-released it but first….
I bought a book I want to talk about. Writers, you will want to pay attention to this as it involves marketing.
If you follow me, you know that I write what sells. I can churn out a story on damn near any topic. Writing prompts are a favorite pass time. What sells and why?
I go to book stores and I shop online like most of you do. So here is this book with all kinds of pants on the cover, including undies of different sorts. The title is Take off Your Pants.
What the hell, it made me look!
That is what I was talking about in a previous blog, when you want to charm some intern who is going through some agents ‘her mothers,’ slush pile.
You want a title that grabs the reader.
The truth is, I bought the book, but have not even looked at it. The book is about modifying the way you write, if you are a pantster, as I am. Hello, what I do works, why change what is not busted?
Why did you buy it then?
I bought it because the title and cover were captivating and amusing.
Now, if you don’t know if you are a plotter or pantster, you might get some mileage out of her book. It is an e-book that went to my mac instead of my tablet for some reason.
“TW, what is this nude in the woods about?”
So here is the deal. I have been nude in the woods. I know the honesty just drips out of me at times. I actually love nature, and I love to be in it as God made me. Yes, it can be intimidating at times and yes, you do feel vulnerable, at times.
When I wrote Land of my People, I captured the first time I did it. I re-lived that moment, including the ‘thinking tree,’ and much of the other parts of the novel are actually from real life.
I cannot say this enough, if you want to write compelling stories, you have to be willing to pull off your undies, or said another way, live your damned life like you mean it!
The Bucket list spoke to me, not so much for the reasons they had in the movie but, for fodder for gripping tales. How the hell can you write stories if you only watch TV or read what others write?
Go out and skin your knees, get your skin scraped up with briars, and stand on sticky things with your bare feet. Or better yet, feel the sun kiss you in places reserved for shadows. Allow the wind to whistle through your nether regions and live in the moment. Do it by yourself, so you can listen to the whispering trees. Learn to pee without getting yourself wet, and if you do, so what.
In this novella, which I hope you will read, you will see some of what I went through to write this story. Guess what, I would do it again. I would sit on that hot rock or pick those yellow flowers. I would dive into that lake with only that old deer as my witness. When your heart is pounding in your chest, as you pull off that last stitch of clothing, only then can you write about it convincingly. As you leave your clothes behind on that ‘thinking tree,’ turning your back on civilization, only then can you honestly know what it is like to be exposed, to be truly naked. When you walk through a spider web, and the ‘huntress’ leaves your chest while slowly making its way down your belly toward your…yeah, you are alive! You think and act without the safety of the remote control. While respecting all life, could you do what she did?
In Perpetual Palpitation, I write about the antics of two lovebirds who find places on a cruise ship where he takes a picture of her while she performs lewd poses. Care to guess how many ships I have been on?
You have to live my friends. You cannot write good stuff if you only do it by reading the works of others. You have to use all of your senses, and you must remember what it was like when you are at Hippy Hollow, as I write about in Nudist of Shangri-La. Yes, I know about it, because I was there.
There is a beach in Florida that you will get ticketed if you are wearing clothing on it. How do I know?
Not from the internet, I assure you.
Tan lines should be a sin. Until you rip the Band-Aid off, you cannot honestly write about it.
Now I have not written about sky diving because I will not jump out of a perfectly good plane. I can write about flying because I have spent my fair share of time behind the yoke. Until the ground disappears beneath you, and you are in control, you cannot write convincingly about it, like I did in Presidential Assassins.
No, I have not killed anyone, so you do have to use your imagination but, and I say this with all due candor, you have to live. I have killed, hunted, stalked, been stalked, been in the woods nude or naked, and done much, tried much, and would do more if I needed, to experience it, to write about it.
You can get a small sampling of that in Land of my People. I did spend about a week in the woods, as my main character did. I describe my first time as his daughter did. I think you will love it.
I hope that this blog, like most, will inspire you to write convincingly. I also hope you will assist me by spreading the word about this blog, and my books.
Much Love -TW