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Friday, March 2, 2012

We Writers are STRANGE creatures!

Greetings. Again, this is Sharita Lira with a post about being an author and or writer since they are more synonymous that you think. Sooo, what about writing? It’s something authors love to do. We keep strange hours, writing when the house is asleep or awake depending on the members in your household. Or maybe you’re a lone ranger. Oh you’re really doomed! *grins* No one to bother you or answer to? It means you can spend a ton of time with your muses and or characters. And oh, what about those critters? Yes, the ones you talk to and think about all the time while driving. I know I do. I talk to them and discuss parts of the story I need to rewrite. Other times, you might be typing away at your desk or whatever kind of surface you use, hammering out details and you blurt out things making your SO look at you as if you sprouted three heads. Yes, I’ve done that many times. *shrugs* Hubby is used to it now but will ask, what are you talking to the muses about now?

My response? Oh just the next story I’m working on. *laughs*

You laugh aloud with them when you type something humorous. Yes, this happens a lot when me and BLMorticia get together. She really has me going on our next book, Candyman and then there’s the things that come up in your dreams. Whether it be the ones you have while you sleep or the ideas that come to you when you’re awake and again, you blurt it out, you chuckle at the restaurant table when you come up with something new.

A plot bunny! EUREKA!

You scramble for anything to write with; pen, paper, crayon, napkin, toilet paper, the back of your receipt. Your family gives you the ‘Really mom or dad’ looks that make you blush. And if that’s not available, you type it in your phone or your iPad if you carry it around with you, anything to keep it in your head. Oh and lets go back to those little fockers, the bunnies. You love when they come to you but hate when you already have like 100 er so working that you haven’t written yet. Damnit, not again! Damn muses.

Lastly, what about your muses? Mine are writing muses. My characters do speak to me from time to time but my muses control me. Sharita writes most of the blogposts but the stories I blame on the 3 muses. BL with her snark and wickedness, Rawiya with her sensual emotional pieces, and Michael with his long winded, dry humor. Yes I know them all. I’ve only been doing this for a little over a year but I finally got them down packed and I intend for it to stay that way.

So, what am I? Crazy? I’m a person with 3 muses that drive me to the point of exhaustion, I talk to my characters, have conversations about stories in my head, I take hardly no time off from tapping the keys on that laptop, and I do it all with many of my peers not understanding why or how I do this when it’s so hard to make a living, and yet I love it. What am I? An author!

Author Sharita Lira: The Triad, otherwise known as the characters in the head of Sharita Lira are three separate muses that are the driving force behind her small amount of success. Misses Lira sees her own life as one that is very ordinary, so instead of presenting herself out to the world, she created three personalities that continue to haunt her all hours of the night to get several WIP’s done at the speed of light, and push her to the brink of sheer exhaustion, but she loves it and that’s the reason she hasn’t told them to get the hell out her head.

Michael Mandrake, BLMorticia, and Rawiya collectively have written over 30 stories published in e-book and or print through 7 different publishers. Right now as it stands, Mrs. Lira and the muses have 6 sole author books with much more to come in 2012 and beyond.

She is a happily married mother of two that writes m/m, m/f, ménage, paranormals, contemporaries, and for fun some fan fiction. She is a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens, and a big fan of 80′s and heavy metal music. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.

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Andre, a customer, comes in and pays Christopher a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. The intensity of this deep, instant connection convinces Christopher to pursue a potential interest – to find out just what might happen between them – when Andre passes him his card and phone numbers. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much further thought.
Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop. Andre is ordered to convince Christopher to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.
When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well-known franchise? Will this newly found romance beat the odds and move past this bump in the road to happiness for both Andre and Christopher?



With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the restaurant since two a.m.
He pushed the double doors open as he came from the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels. Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that other place could provide.
While waving at a couple of regulars, Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.
Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup of coffee for a lady in front of her.
“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t they get the message?”
“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”
“No on the cell and all because that one girl that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.
“You wish. You just don’t share anything important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”
Christopher stopped immediately and glared at her. “You’d never.”
She drew up her lips. Within seconds she guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”
Christopher choked a little from the slap and let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.
“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that. Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”
She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in heaven, right?”
A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and took her bag.
Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”
“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.” She nodded and turned to him.
“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse, he’s just not what I’m looking for.”
The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”
“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm, well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about done?”
The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if I need ya.”
“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder. “To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”
“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse about.

9 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

I love your posts - they're always so insightful. Great quote by F. Scott. So true! Hope you have awesome sales under all of your pen names. :)

jean hart stewart said...

Too true, we writers are different. But fun, isn't it?

Stormie Kent said...

Hi Sharita Lira,
Great post. Do you find it difficult to have 3 muses? Do you have any advice?

BLMorticia said...

TY Tina.

I really do believe its true that we are. thx for the compliments

BLMorticia said...

TY Jean, it is indeed fun! I love writing and wouldn't trade it for anything!

BLMorticia said...

Hi Stormie

I keep with them as best as I can, promote them somewhat equally. Since I have 3 voices, I write them separate too. I don't crossover muses when writing. If I do wk on more than one story, I do the same muse. I'd say if you'll take on multiples decide what they write. They rebel, I made the mistake of letting all write m/m and thats all they want to do. It's hard breaking them away from that so decide ahead of time what style and what genre they'll write. Good luck to you and happy writing. Any thoughts, email me. TY for commenting on my blog today!

Fiona McGier said...

Time is my biggest enemy. I wish I could spend the day/night writing, then at least the voices would be happier. As it is, they alternately yell at me to get their story written, or they sulk when I finally get some rare time to sit at my laptop. I originally started writing to make a little money. I didn't know just HOW LITTLE that was going to be! Now I have to keep writing or the voices drive me nuts! Time...I need more time!

BLMorticia said...

I hear ya Fiona! We always need more time. Thank you for the comment!

Liz said...

my family knows to leave me alone when I get that dreamy, out of it look on my face..."mom's head writing, back away." nice post!