Why can’t I just write?

Flustered.  . . The more I want to write, the more tired I seem to get.

 I’m not sure if it is because this piece is therapy

 or if it is the cold weather making me want to hibernate.  . . 

Or my anemia. . . 

Why can’t I just write?

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Diamond in the clique rough

I have a naughty muse (Starred is my erotic muse,) and lately she has wanted to come out in my paranormal and horror writing. 

So if I feel the scene is going naughty I will write the scene twice. I write erotica faster than my therapy writing lately. So I have both scenes. It helps for word counts in nanowrimo and keeps me busy. 

I found a section in one of my naughty scenes. . . (The scene is between Lucy and Lyric fooling around when they are both taken.) I know this line sounds generic and clique but it sounded good to me. 

“She needed him–she knew he needed her. She wanted him and didn’t want to give him back. She secretly and denabliy believed that if she gave him everything he wanted, that he would feel the same way for her. ”

Rebekah Quinne’s (c) copyrights 2017

I felt like my paranormal writing is slowly turning into a clique romance writing. What kills me is that the guy is not the same in reality that is in her head. (But the be honest, is it ever?) She wants love, but he knows she will do anything (including naughty stuff) to keep the idea of him. He uses this to his intimate and sexual advantage. 

I should add a ghost to the scene, but then I start to wonder if I add too much paranormal does it build or cut storyline?

I probably should add something to make more showing and less telling

My brain never stops and my muses are always evolving. 

Character Cafe 

If I was in a cafe with my current characters this what they and I would order. . . 

Me (author Rebekah): iced mocha or hot orange green tea

My muses order is on this blog my muses coffee order

My characters.

Lucy: hot mocha with orange juice 

Valin: coffee with caramel creamers and orange juice

Lyric: coffee black, water

Paige: coffee with cream and two sugars

Vincent: just orange juice  (adds a shot of vodka)

Verona: latte with steamed cream and caramel with bubbly water

Autumn: iced caramel latte or green tea

Challenging month. . . November 

My first book, The Whispering Path, was therapy, and even now, I need to do a serious rewrite to make it truly professional. 

I’m writing the sequel, The Broken Path, based on the second part of my life. It is going to be a month of therapy. . . Facing my depression, anxiety, and my ptsd. Hence the title The Broken Path

I just hope I am strong enough to face the challenge