January 25, 2011

Blog Guest Host: Gracen Miller 'Loves and Dislikes of Writing'

Loves & Dislikes of Writing!
by Gracen Miller
Thanks for letting me guest blog with you, Clare! It’s a joy and an honor to be here. I hope your readers enjoy the topic I’m posing to them today…

The top three things I love and drive me insane about writing…we’ll start with the three things I dislike the most about writing—I shy away from saying hate because I worked hard to come up with 3 things I disliked—and I'll work my way up to those things I love:
Dislikes of writing...

3. Synopsis – I stink at writing synopsis. Figuring out what parts are the most important aspects of the story to focus on is really difficult for me. Probably because I think everything is important. I mean, let’s face it, if it wasn’t important, I’d have cut it from the storyline, right? LOL Yeah, I get why I need to compress the story. There are some details that strengthen a story, but don't affect the storyline. Those aspects can be left out of the synopsis. I admit this, but that fact doesn't make them less important to me. =)

2. Blurbs – Did I say I “stink” at synopsis? Well, I suck at blurbs! Condensing my book down into something catchy isn't just difficult, but damn difficult. Anyone who reads or writes knows how important a blurb is. Whether a reader buys your book is based almost solely upon a blurb. Gah!

1. Temperamental muses – It’s frustrating when my muse decides to take a leave of absence without any notice whatsoever. *throws a temper tantrum that’d make a two-year-old proud* There should be a freaking rule in place that says under penalty of severe lashings by the writer (that’s me), the muse must—abso-freaking-lutely must—schedule leave of absences to coincide with MY timeframe. It would make life so much easier, right? :D

Looovvveees of writing…

3. Creation – I love everything about creating new characters. I love learning their flaws, discovering their inner demons and slowly coming to realize what it is that makes them tick. I love falling ‘in love’ with my characters. I even love the bad—really bad, as in demonically evil—characters. I can't explain their appeal, but they seem to hold an extra special spot in my heart. I may initially breathe life into my characters, but often times I realize I didn’t know them or understand them until the very end.

2. The hours – I create my own work schedule. This can be a dangerous thing, but when the muse is on fire, all I will want to do is write morning, noon and night. So, sleep becomes a novelty. When I’m deep into the characters, they’ll give me insomnia and plague all my waking hours. When I’m driving, I’ll be stitching together plots. When my children are talking, I’ll be piecing together dialogue, which can get me into sticky situations at times. Read one of my blogs, "Get Out of My Head!", to see what I’m talking about: http://wickedthornandroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-out-of-my-head.html

1. No legal recourse – LOL No, I’m not blood thirsty….much. *looks about shiftily* It is freeing though to know that I can do whatever I want in my stories without any legal recourse. Yeah, that sounds bad, but you writers know what I mean. We can kill someone, break and enter, harass, intimidate, steal, yadda, yadda—you get the picture—without actually committing the crime, or facing any consequences unless that’s part of the storyline. I love my antagonists, so I try to keep it real where they're concerned and if that means committing a felony or two—in the storyline only!!—then more the fun for me! ;-)

So, if you’re a writer, tell me what are the things you love and dislike about writing?

Pandora's Box
Pandora's Box is coming soon from Decadent Publishing. To stay updated on Pandora's Box's release, please visit my website: www.gracenmiller.com. To learn about Madison's life before Pandora's Box begins, visit her website, Madison's Life Lessons on the Road to Hell: http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/

Where does the road to Hell begin?
What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight, killing the family cat before gutting the family dog? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn't believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a demonic world she didn't know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections.
With good intentions?
Madison had it all…or thought she did. A husband she adored and a son that brought joy to her life. Then one morning her husband kissed her goodbye, headed off to work and disappeared. Life turned upside down, Madison grows desperate and despondent to help her bloodthirsty son after numerous attempts have failed. Only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them.
Or by demonic design?
Phoenix Birmingham breaches her life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has decreed. Even with Phoenix's aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail and they pay the crucial price with their souls?
In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind's liberty has begun...
Elfin Blood
And now, just a little bit about my current release, Elfin Blood, currently available at Noble Romance Publishing.

BUY LINK: https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=67


4 Sighs from Michelle @ A History of Romance! “I felt this story was a graceful marriage of fantasy, paranormal and erotic romance. I felt constantly engaged, the story did not lag or grew stale. I thought the imagery was vivid and colorful. I give this story four sighs.”

4 Tarot Cards @ The Pagan & The Pen! Elfin Blood is “Well crafted…highly sensual and incredibly erotic.”

5 Delightful Divas @ Dark Diva Reviews! “Elfin Blood is pure Magic! It is a story worth reading over and over again.”
For review links and to read more reviews, visit my website: www.gracenmiller.com


She is the only one the elves can trust when a magical book in elf lore is stolen. Relegated to steal the Book from the vampire thief, Landau Jamieson, she's surprised to discover he has the ability to walk in daylight. Refusing to be deterred by developing setbacks, she’s committed to executing the heist for an Ivory King who grows more desperate to possess the Book. Nothing about the vampire is as it appears and Julija begins to doubt her mission. Worse, she begins to worry she won't have the strength to guard her heart from her sworn enemy.

Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the potent hunger she elicits after ten thousand years of celibacy. Soon he discovers the lovely sprite is a pawn in a dangerous game--orchestrated by none other than a reviled enemy from his past. While blind-sided by her beauty and her magical powers, the least of which is the spell she casts on his heart, the sinister plot unfolds. What started out as folly to catch a thief, blossoms into a love that casts aside bloodlines and forges all boundaries.


Their eyes held as he tossed her denims over his shoulders. He buried his hand in her hair, kneading her scalp with his fingers.

“This.” His palm flattened over her bare pussy and she flinched at the jolt of heat shooting through her. “Is beautiful.”

He tugged against her hair, holding her steady as he leaned over her and put his mouth to her breasts through the thin fabric. The scrape of his teeth against the cloth caused her to whimper and arch beneath him.

“Can you tone it down a bit,” he asked, grazing his fangs along the underside of her breast.

“Tone what down?”

“The music.” He rose to his knees, his features pinched.

“I’m not making that music.” Julija was too busy trying to catch her breath to worry about the melody. The pads of his fingers rolled her nipples through the fabric while the palm of his other hand rubbed the outer folds of her sex. She squirmed, itching to press her thighs together to alleviate her escalating arousal.

“Of course you are. You’re a Jewel Master. They’re singing your lust.”

Julija touched him for the first time, tracing his wide, sexy lips with her finger—lips she’d fantasized about.

“I’m not a Jewel Master,” she said, baffled by his statement. She traced the point of a protruding fang. “Ow!” she cried, jerking her finger back to peer at the blood beading the pad of her index finger.

Quick as a snake striking, he reached out and placed her finger against the center of his lips. Mired between fascination and horror, she watched as he used her blood to paint his mouth red. Landau licked his lips. The pleasure flaring across his face nearly brought her to orgasm. Again, he painted his lips with her blood, his eyes rolling with delight when he swiped the moisture away.

Landau dragged his tongue over her finger, cleansing the blood from her flesh. He squeezed and blood beaded to the surface. Again, he licked the digit like it was his personal lollipop. She gyrated beneath him, undulated her hips into his thigh. Had she missed the anatomy lesson that said fingers were erogenous zones?

He sucked her finger into his mouth, his gaze holding hers steady as he sipped nourishment from the tiny wound. A moan tore from her. He suckled again, a hard drag that tweaked her clitoris.

“Mmm.” She moaned, arching her back, needing him inside her.

A grin skirted his lips as her vampire suckled. She cried out as an orgasm jerked through her, surprising and embarrassing her.

Landau chuckled. “You’re easy, Jewel Master.”

Easy, yes. Sex-starved too.

“I don’t know what that is.” Her ragged breath hitched as she tried to orient herself and follow the conversation.

“How can you not?” His brows met his hairline, showing his surprise. “Jewel Masters are rare, but still . . . .” He eyed her speculatively. “You’re joking, right?”

Julija didn’t think she could muster a verbal response so she shook her head.

“I’ll show you,” he said, his gaze determined. He looked at the jewels surrounding them on the bed, his fingers skimming through them until he located a diamond at least ten carats in size. He pressed the flat side against a nipple. “Can you feel it vibrating?”

“Yes.” She strangled on the word. The vibration against her nipple was connected to her vagina.

“Only a Jewel Master can make it do that.” Landau trailed the diamond to the other breast and smiled at her moan of pleasure. “I’m not a Jewel Master,” he said. “Wood Elves create Jewel Masters.” He clarified the last sentence with, “I don’t have Wood Elf in me. You do.”

Mischief darkened his gaze as he dragged the vibrating diamond down her belly, circled her navel and then slid it downward to the flesh at the apex of her thighs.

As if entranced, Landau spread her vaginal lips and pressed the gem against her clitoris. The diamond acted like a tiny, wicked vibrator.

Five seconds. She panted. Ten seconds. She panted faster. Fifteen sec— She climaxed a second time. The diamond launched into hyper-vibration drive, the harmony wobbled her eardrums, the melody so loud, Landau flinched.

He slid the rock lower, soaking the crystal with her wetness. He pressed the gemstone against her entrance; the humming diamond grew louder, vibrated rapidly against her swollen flesh.

Grimacing at the decibel level, Landau removed the stone from her body. “Proof,” Landau said, sounding strangled. When she focused on him, his eyes turned blood red and he looked turned-on, like her. “You’re a Jewel Master.”


Where you can find me on the web:

Website: www.gracenmiller.com
MLM Blog: http://moonlightlacemayhem.blogspot.com/ (I blog every Friday here)
WTR Blog: http://wickedthornandroses.blogspot.com/ (I blog every Saturday here)
Twitter: http://twitter.com/GracenMiller
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller?ref=profile

Again, thanks so much for letting me join you, Clare! And thanks to all of you who read and/or commented on my blog.



  1. this is a great post with lots of great information on the writing

  2. Hi Gracen, What an interesting topic. Everytime I come up with a blurb, I love it at first, but when I read it again, I hate it.

    I love the excerpts. Great post

  3. I'm with you on the whole synopsis, blurb thingy. However, I can write log lines with no (usually) problem. One line to summarize an entire book--that's (usually) easy.
    What I love--getting lost in a new world. What's even better? When that new world holds suprises.

  4. I have to say, our likes and dislikes are pretty much the same. The 'legal recourse' thing, enh, I don't know. I was a cop too long to be too bad. Makes me feel guilty. 8-D
    Love the excerpt. Very sexy!!!

  5. Nice post, Gracen, and Pandora's Box sounds awesome. Personally, as a writer, I love getting lost in my own little world...but I hate the marketing. It's a pain in the asmar and the little prodding voice inside nags me the whole while telling me I should be WRITING, durnit! But alas, it's a necessary pain...

  6. Gracen, awesome post, my friend! I love blurbs! When I was younger I had such trouble at college papers. Why? I was always so damned concise! Professors wanted 10 pages. I could say it beautifully in 7. Blasted rules! It was a struggle to elaborate when I had crafted such tight sentences. Blurbs therefore are easy for me. Now synopses, that's a horse of another color! lol

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  8. That Jewel Master blurb is to die for! Yum...


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