Tuesday, May 31, 2011

How can I convice my spouse that the sex scenes in my stories aren't my fantasies?

If you're a writer or author or are thinking about writing a story AND you're married, then there is a 99 % chance that you can relate to this subject.

I remembered the first time my husband sat in bed, reading my story The Unfaithful Widow. There were butterflies in my stomach  as I sat there watching television and biting my nails.  Not only was I nervous about what he thought about my story but I wondered what would be crossing his mind when he came to the "sex scenes".  Out of the corner of eye, I peeked to see where he was at in the story. He was on the page where my characters were engaged in phone sex. I could feel my face blushing as I continued to stare blankly at the television.
"Soooo you like phone sex?" My husband of fourteen years turns to ask me. I chuckled nervously. "Hun, it's just a story." I said truthfully. He gave me a curious look and continued to read.
Phewwww. That went better than I expected. But I knew it wasn't over. The butterflies were still fluttering as I waited for him to reach to another part in my story......The elevator scene.
NOOOO...these scenes in my book weren't from experience. They were just ideas that came to me and felt like a perfect fit for that particular part of the story.
I waited nervously as he continued to read, without as much as a glance in my direction or a word said. I don't know what was worse, the silence or the accusations.
Finally he closed the folder and looked at me and said. "I like it. I think you have a good story going on here."
I looked at him befuddled. That's it? He wasn't going to ask me where I got the idea of the elevator scene? I felt relieved in a way but then I didn't. I knew my husband. He was going to sit on this for a bit and let the story soak into his mind. It wasn't until the next day that he finally brought it up.
"Who did you have sex with in an elevator?" He accused.
"AHHH....I knew you were going to ask me that." I said. "Bob, it is just a story. I don't plan on these sex scenes, it just happens while I'm writing." I said honestly.
"Yeah, but these are your thoughts coming from your mind. Maybe subconsciously you want to have sex in  an elevator with a guy name Greg." He said. Oh great now he thinks he's a mind reader. So the argument was on. I had to explain to him that this is a story and nothing else. That he is the love of my life and there is no one else.
So what did I learn from this.........Never let your spouse read your stories unless you are up for ALOT of explaining.  Unless...you have one of  those supportive spouses who takes everything with a grain of salt...then....PFBLTTTTT!!!!   

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

To all Writer and Authors.......A piece of my mind......

Well....it's official. I just finished writing my third novel, The Unfaithful Widow. Now let the editing begin. Thanks to my new laptop, I shouldn't have THAT much work to do. (I hope). lol  Anyways, my story The Unfaithful Widow wasn't excatly a story that I had planned on writing. I was still in the middle of finishing my sequel to Roller Coaster Love when this story kept popping into my head. Believe it or not I get alot of my story ideas while I'm grooming dogs. GO FIGURE!!!! Sometimes I try to push them away, especially when I already have 4 other stories going. I swear I'm going to give myself a brain aneurysm one of these days. So anyways the hard part is about to begin, trying to find an agent whose has a soft spot for me. Whoever said writing a book is hard, have no clue. Thinking of a new and exciting story comes easy to me, just sitting here on my fat ass for weeks or months waiting for an agent to respond is the hard part. I have no patient. And getting a rejection letter......well that is a SLAP in the face. I know we are supposed to have  tough skin when it comes to the rejections, but seriously, that's why some people write, to get away from their troubles, to get lost in a magical world or fall into arms of a handsome man. We don't want to have tough skin, we want to be accepted for who we are.......a glorious writer. :)  Soooo KUDOS for all you writers and authors out there, who are trying to make it in the world of literary art. It can be a tough picture to paint.  Love and Peace, Jamie Wilsoncroft

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Jamie Wilsoncroft's stories and more: A Twilight Christmas Story: Twas the night before...

Jamie Wilsoncroft's stories and more: A Twilight Christmas Story: Twas the night before...: "TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring..."

A Twilight Christmas Story: Twas the night before Christmas Cullens Style


      'Twas the night before Christmas
      when all through the house.
      Not a creature was stirring
      not even a Cullen.

      The stockings were hung
      by Alice with care.
      In hopes that St. Nicholas
      would come he if he dares.

      The Cullens were nestled
      all snug in the woods.
      While visions of animals
      danced in their heads.

      And Bella in her sweats
      and I in my sweater
      Had just settled down
      for a long winter's weather.

      When out in the woods
      there rose such a clatter.
      I sprang from a crouch
      to see what was the matter.

      Away to the door
      I flew like a flash.
      Tore open the hinges
      it made a loud crash.

      The New Moon of the glow
      of the new fallen snow.
      Gave a luster of midday
      to dinner below.

      When, what to my golden eyes
      should appear.
      But a monsterous wolf
      eating eight tiny reindeer.

      With his russet color flanks
      so lively and quick.
      I knew in a moment
      it must be Jake.

      More rapid than eagles
      his brothers they came,
      And he barked and growled,
      and called them by name.

      Now Sam! Now Quil!
      Now Jared and Embry!
      On, Seth! On, Leah!
      On, Collin and Brady!

      To the top of the hill,
      to the top of the dirt wall!
      Now, run away! Run away!
      Run away all!

      As dry leaves before
      the wolverines fly,
      When they meet with a predator,
      it gives them a high.

      So up to the Cullen's housetop
      the brothers they flew.
      With a mouthful of goodies
      and Jacob too.

      And then in a twinkling,
      I heard on the roof.
      The prancing and pawing
      of ten gaily goofs.

      As I drew in my head
      and was turning around,
      Through the window, Jacob
      came with a bound.

      He was crouching in his russet fur
      from his head to his foot.
      And his clothes, strapped to his ankle
      with snow and soot.

      A paw full of meat
      he had flung on his back,
      And he looked like a beggar
      just opening his sack.

      His eyes how they glowed!
      His teeth were like razors!
      His paws were all muddy!
      Gosh, I hope Bella got him shavers.

      His droll huge mouth
      was dripping with funk,
      And the beard on his chin
      was as dark as his trunk.

      The stump of a rump
      he held his teeth tight,
      And the smell it encircled
      made my head light.

      He had a broad hairy face
      and a big round belly
      That shook when he barked
      like a bowl full of jelly.

      He was muscular and pumped--
      a right jolly young wolf,
      And I laughed when I saw him,
      in spite of myself.

      A wink of his eye
      and a snort from his head,
      Soon gave me to know
      I had nothing to dread.

      He barked not a word,
      but went straight to his work,
      And filled all the stockings
      with meaty jerks.

      And laying his paw
      aside of his snout,
      And giving a nod
      he stood in a crouch.

      He sprang to the ground,
      to his pack gave a bark,
      And away they all flew
      like a candle and its spark.

      But I heard him howl
      as he ran out of sight,