Monday, August 10, 2015

Tuesday Tips & Tweaks

This week author Daryl Devore joins us with her tip. Daryl is as Canadian erotic writer who writes inspired by Frank Sinatra's song - My Way.

Daryl’s Tip on Writing

Best advice about writing – don’t ask me.  I’m a breaker of rules. I write outside the box. I dislike being hemmed in by limits. So I take writing risks. Does it pay off?

Well, I may not be as rich as a certain author who wrote magical books, but I am proud of what I have published.  It took me a while to get brave enough to say I’m doing it my way. At first I caved in to the multitudes of people who said – you can’t write it that shredded by an edit and totally lost confidence in my writing ability.  But that little creative voice that lives inside whispered – Do it. Then it grew louder. Eventually it was screaming – DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I write the way I want to. It is a drive in me that is being fulfilled.  If one person likes my story then I’m happy. So again I say – my writing advice – don’t ask me. Ask your inner creative voice and do what it commands.
Excerpt fromFL.E.S.H. (g- rated)
Scene set- Fuchsia passed out at her dance school. Peyton rushed her to the hospital.
Crawling up from the depths of sleep, Fuchsia snapped her eyelids open. I fell asleep. Teaching class? What will everyone thin… this isn't my studio.
She glanced around the room: a door, a wall, a smiling Peyton, a window and… She shifted her gaze back to Peyton.
"Good morning." He edged his chair closer to the bed.
"Well, that confirms it." She placed her hand over her mouth to cover a yawn. "I've died and gone to hell."
Peyton chuckled. "Score one for you. Yes, I guess I deserved that."
Fuchsia shifted on the bed and adjusted the blanket to insure nothing enticing, like her leg or hip, was exposed. "What're you doing here?"
"Making sure you didn't die."
Ouch! "Okay. Score that one for you. We're even." She allowed a small grin to cross her lips. "So I'll try again, in a more reasonable tone. Ahem. What are you doing here?"
"Again, replying with making sure you didn't die. You hit the ground pretty hard. In case you were wondering, nope, you didn't bounce."
She couldn't stop the smile that blossomed.
The worry etched on his face dissolved. A twinkle filled his gaze. "There. That's what I needed. To see you smile. Now I know you're okay."
She wanted to tell him she was overjoyed he was here and that she hadn't woken up alone. He was waiting. For her. He cared. But at the same time, he was the enemy. He drove her rent up in an attempt to force her out of the studio and for the ignoble cause of making himself richer. She knew the name Peyton Lang. Most people did. But still, he was here, right next to her bed.
"So, have you decided to tell me to f-off?"
"No." She pouted her bottom lip. "Guess I should be nice."
"I tried to call your parents, but I only got an answering machine."
"Thank you for trying, I should probably call." She glanced around her hospital room. "Where's my… stuff?"
"Clothes and purse are there." He pointed at the small cabinet. Then he pulled her cell phone from his pocket. "Your battery was low so I charged it last night. I'll give you some privacy." He stood. "Would you like a real cup of coffee instead of the dishwater they serve patients?"
Her stomach rumbled. "And a muffin, if it wouldn't be too much to ask?"
She glanced at the bed, then back up at Peyton. "Chocolate chip?"
"Since the last thing I saw you eat was that god-awful green shake thing, I'd be more than honored to get you a chocolate chip muffin. Cream and sugar?"
She held up her index finger. "One milk. No sugar."
He exited the room, shaking his head and chuckling. "No sugar in the coffee, but a chocolate chip muffin."
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Thanks Daryl, for dropping by and sharing that interesting writing tip.
Don’t forget to check back next week for another author’s tip or tweak.


  1. All 50 billion people on this planet can't agree on a favorite fast food joint or leader... so we obviously can't agree on how to write a winning book. Each one of us must find a way that works for us... give us the enjoyment and makes others smile! Then we are doing what we need to do. I love how Daryl is such a wonderful friend, helper and author! Who needs to be exactly the same!

    1. Wow - Melissa - thanks for those wonderful words.

  2. Thanks for letting me take over your blog today and so sorry for all the confusion beforehand - embarrassed blush.

    1. No problem It all worked out and I'm delighted to have you. Love your philosophy on writing. Works for me.

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    1. Thanks D'Ann. It with encouragement from great writers like you that helps.

  4. I'm so happy you decided to write your way because it's awesome! Love your books!

    1. lol - and I promise to finish Book with no Title - someday

  5. Wonderful. Now if only a handsome hunk would deliver me a chocolate chip muffin...

    1. make that for 2 as I plop down on a chair next to you.

  6. This was a great read. I'm at the point in my life where I feel that craving to write but I don't know how to really do it. This post makes me, and probably so many others, feel better!

    1. Best way to write is BIC HOK - butt in chair - hands on keyboard.

  7. I'm not sure why we are expected to write the same way as everyone writes, who writes the way the were told to write. Writing is a form of art, and great painters don't paint like everyone else. They are unique.We should be as well. Conformity leads to boredom.