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Me and Writing
I love when people ask me about my writing habits. I also like to hear about the habits of other writers, because they are as diverse as the stories they write. Here are some questions people have asked me about my writing habits.
Do you listen to music while writing? What do you listen to while writing?
I always listen to music when writing or working on anything where I have really concentrate. I need the noise in the background. It’s almost as if my mind has two layers of concentration: outside of my head and inside of my head. If there is nothing keeping my attention inside of my head, it wanders. Music keeps my attention inside of my head IF I use headphones. And the louder the music the better. Yeah, I’m high maintenance, LOL. I also hate writing off in some closed off room, alone. I write in the den where people are talking and watching TV and with my headphones, I can block the noise out. In the past, I have also listened to loud/noisy movies that I have seen many times, something with lots of explosions (one I’ve love is Transformers). My mind is a strange and wondrous place.
I listen to my favorite bands - Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Queen (love Adam Lambert w/Queen as well - Kiev concert!), Stevie Ray Vaughn, Queensryche, Jimi Hendrix etc.
Do you bang out marathon sessions or do you write in spurts?
I am definitely one of those people who, once I get on something, I don’t want to stop. I ignore everything—food, bathroom, sleep, other people, fire, earthquakes! I am like this with everything in my life—writing, reading, work, or anything I am engrossed in. Now that being said, I am not always able to do this. I work full time and travel a minimum of three hours to and from work each day so my writing time is limited to evenings and weekends. When I write, I try to sprint, which is writing for a certain amount of time without thoughts of grammar or editing, while ignoring distractions such as Facebook, Twitter, email, hot guys on the internet. I belong to a group on Facebook of M/M writers who sprint, usually in bursts of 45 minutes with 15 minute breaks. This helps me to stop fussing around and get something done!
Where do your ideas come from and how do you keep them all straight?
They come from everywhere. I get ideas while driving to work, hearing someone say something, reading something, watching people. For Dare to Love Forever, I took the idea of Tabula Rasa (blank slate) and morphed that into a Tabula Rosa vampire who wipes clean the minds of any other vampire he bites. For Curiosity Killed Shaney, I must have heard or read “Someday your curiosity will but the best of you” and from there I made a list of “What ifs” from that statement—What if your curiosity got you in trouble all the time? What if your curiosity pissed everyone off? What if your curiosity killed you? Simple prompts are my favorites and I am always amazed how an entire story can bloom from there.
I use Microsoft OneNote to keep all of my information for anything, including writing. The program is set up like a notebook where there are sections and subsections. You can have as many notebooks as you like. I have one for writing and have sections for everything, including ideas. There is an app on my iPhone for OneNote so I can jot down everything on the go.
Who or what inspires you to keep writing? What blocks your writing?
Several things inspire me to keep writing. First, I love to write and create so the simple act of writing fulfills that need. Also, people who read my stories and really like them, or give me good feedback definitely reinforces me to keep publishing stories. Writing is my hobby, what I chose to do in my free time, and gives me a chance to explore my own feelings through my characters. If you read my stories, you will see that I am not shy about emotions or putting my characters through pain and suffering.
What really blocks my writing is stress in general things and other things in life getting in the way. I am less likely to get blocked if I can work on a story every day. If it gets to be a couple of days since I’ve touched a story, I start to feel disconnected from it. Also, lack of plotting is another block. I try to have some idea where I am going and get the major plot points figured out early on. What messes that up is the story changes from its original path—it always does. When I am blocked, I stop and look at the plot of the story. I take the time to write the scenes in a visual format. I use PowerPoint for this because you can create text boxes and move them around, like a flow chart.
Another thing that blocks my writing, believe it or not, is sex scenes. They are hard to write and take a lot of concentration and mechanics to get right. I don't like to skip over them either, because something might happen during that scene that furthers or changes the story. So, I trudge through the sex scenes just to get past them, then go back, and tweak them later.
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Owen McIntyre is no stranger to the Grim Reaper. Diagnosed with leukemia at the age of fifteen, he's spent the last ten years slowly dying. With only two weeks until his next checkup, Owen’s body is already warning him that he is no longer in remission. Tired of the countless meds and chemo, not to mention the way his family coddles him, he decides to live and die on his own terms and forgo treatment. When he meets a lively college professor named Turk, conquering the man becomes part of Owen’s bucket list. But as Owen gets to know Turk, he starts to see him as more than a fling, a luxury that a dying man doesn’t have.
But what if, suddenly, everything Owen knew to be true turned out to be a web of lies and deceit—even his diagnosis of cancer? Taken hostage, tied to a bed and subjected to painful experimentation, Owen's nightmare of leukemia is a far cry from the horrors he will face. No longer able to trust anyone in his life, including Turk, Owen is alone and cut off from the world. He has to make the hard decision to trust those who have betrayed him, including Turk (who he cares for deeply), or die a lonely death. With time running out, he’ll not only fight to live, but fight to want to live again, and even that might not be enough to save him from the evil that lurks inside.
Turk shook his head, drinking from his bottle of water. “I’m on sabbatical for the semester.”
“I have no clue what that means. Is that like a vacation?” Owen asked as a pair of mallard ducks soared in and landed on the water.
“No. Tenured professors who’ve been with the college for more than five years can take time off to conduct research or special projects. You saw Harrison at the restaurant last night. He is the one who asked me to join the team.”
“He seemed really intense when he was talking to you. What’s the research for?”
“Possessions.” A nervous edge had crept into Turk’s voice and his muscles tightened. He looked out at the ducks, and then visibly relaxed. “Like I said, Harrison and I met last year at a conference. We have similar research interests and have talked often about collaborating on a project. Unfortunately, the funders of this project are getting impatient and want results.”
Owen had heard everything Turk said, but his mind was stuck on possessions. “Possessions? Like evil spirits?”
Owen’s eyes widened, wondering if Turk was yanking his chain. “Seriously? Are you saying they exist?”
Turk gave a stuttered chuckle. “There are claims of demon possessions all over the world. Whether they’re true or not, that’s up to science. We’ll see what we find.”
Owen thought about movies he’d seen with demon possessions. His favorite had been The Omen. For some reason, he’d been a bit obsessed with the movie as a kid.
“Wow. That sounds so interesting. I know nothing about demons or ancient stuff or anything like that. We had to read some mythology in high school, like Dante and Zeus and stuff, but those weren’t my favorite classes so I didn’t pay attention. I’m not sure why because, from what I’ve seen in movies, it’s anything but boring.”
Turk finished his sandwich and closed up the cooler, moving it from the blanket to make room. When Turk sat down, he was closer to Owen, their knees brushing, as they both looked out over the water.
“Wayne said you started living with him about six months ago.”
Owen nodded and swallowed hard. “What else did he tell you?” Did Turk know about Owen’s illness? Were these pity dates? Why did that thought crush Owen’s heart?
Turk shook his head. “That’s it. Except that you’re gay.” Turk grinned and glanced at Owen.
Owen relaxed. “He tells the truth,” Owen said coyly. The conversation had finally circled around to what Owen wanted, but could he still use Turk for sex? Shit, he wasn’t so sure, now.
“Oh. And you’re twenty-five.”
Owen nodded. “Truthfully, Wayne told me absolutely nothing about you.” Owen allowed his knee to rest against Turk’s. Even that small touch heated his core. Gods, he was flirting like a nervous high school student. Owen generally went after what he wanted, without innuendo or flirting. Why was this so different?
“Well, you know that I’m a professor of mythology and I’m addicted to muscle cars and online video games. I’m…um…thirty-one.”
What else did Owen need to know other than top or bottom? Why did Owen want to know so much more?
...Standing, Turk reached down and pulled Owen to his feet with amazing strength. Without dropping Owen’s hand, Turk led them the short way to the water’s edge where several rocks lined the bank. Owen drew in a deep breath and soaked in the positive energy from nature.
He was glad Turk had dragged him out and turned to tell him that, until he heard the rustling in the grass near the water’s edge. Owen’s heart seized as a longer-than-fuck black water snake slithered past his feet.
“Fuck!” Owen screamed and, like the little girl he was, climbed the front of Turk, wrapping his arms and legs tight around the man.
“Whoa.” Turk laughed and wrapped an arm around Owen’s back. “Is that a snake or are you just happy to see me?”
“Oh, my gods, it’s like ten feet long!” Owen’s only fear in life and it had to rear its head when he was with Turk.
Turk chuckled with an embarrassing amusement. “I’d give it three feet tops. I’m guessing you’re afraid of snakes and not just super horny?”
Owen nodded into Turk’s neck. “Ugly, slimy, creepy, beady-eyed little bastards.” As Owen’s heart rate slowed, he peeked over Turk’s shoulder. “Is it gone? I so need to get down and try to salvage what’s left of my manhood.” Another date down the crapper.
Turk hummed low in his chest. “I don’t know, but maybe you should stay put just to make sure he doesn’t have any friends.”
Oh, that thought drew a gasp from Owen’s lips and a shudder.
“Just kidding,” Turk said. “He’s out in the water.” Turk pointed to the slim body sluicing across the surface. “I think they’re pretty territorial so I doubt there are others around.”
Owen surveyed the ground, wondering if that were true. When he pulled back, ready to get off Turk, he paused, noticing the man staring at him intensely.
A heated blush suffused Owen’s face and he fidgeted, wanting to look away, but powerless to break the gaze. Inside, Owen melted into a pile of goo, enamored that someone was looking at him as if he were something more than a fuck, possibly someone special.
“What?” Owen managed to whisper.
Turk slowly allowed Owen to slide down the front of his body until his feet hit the ground. Their close proximity made Owen feel vulnerable, exposed. Damn, he liked Turk, really liked him, and that wasn’t a luxury he could afford.
“You’re amazing,” Turk whispered, and lifted Owen’s hand chivalrously, pressing his warm lips to Owen’s skin. Owen watched each movement as he held his breath. Turk pulled Owen tight against him. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I want to keep you close, learn everything I can about you, take you home and never let you go.”
Owen’s heart tripped, skipping a beat. What poured into his soul was new and foreign, warm and bolstering and so fucking right…and just maybe worth fighting for? Could he endure another round of chemo, endure another round of poison, for the chance to have Turk in his life, to have more time?
“You make me want to fight again,” Owen whispered without thought.
Jc Wallace has such a creative, vivid and amazing imagination. This story was awesome from start to finish, it started With Owen and Turk meeting, wow talk about sparks flying. Wow! I loved Owen from the beginning, his thoughts, what he went through and how strong he is...Turk oh Turk, he's a warrior through and through, so damn handsome, sweet and smitten with Owen. A lot of emotional ups and downs with Owen and a shit ton of WTF moments, oh my! I loved this story. It's so creative, unique and so damn loving I thought my heart was going to stop. Love Wayne too wow! His character is so supportive and loving...I was in awe of the writing throughout and the creativity and the ups and downs, great story. Love reading stories by JC Wallace, 5 huge stars
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About JC Wallace
JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).
In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by a beautiful partner, three kids, two grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.