Fact or Fiction?

We’ve seen them played out in the movies, such as Stranger Than Fiction and The Muse.  I don’t think there’s a writer alive who hasn’t given these questions some thought.

And what questions are those?

It’s a debatable subject, one I’ve had with numerous other writers over numerous glasses of Merlot.  I’ve heard the stories of writer block preventions, such as lucky rabbit’s feet, sprinkling desks with holy water, of odd, sometimes bizarre, rituals repeated daily to show honor to so-called muses.

images (1)Of course, I have rituals.  I stumble out of my bed, pour of a cup of cinnamon half-decaf/half peel-me-off-the-ceiling java, find my way to my office, still in my pajamas mind you, hair only finger-combed and . . .  here’s the most important part,  I plop my butt in the chair and start to work.

Personally, I think writer’s block and those so called muses are a tad more fiction that fact.  Why?

It goes back to my childhood. Yup, I come from the age where we blame everything on our parents.  However, Dad won’t threaten to disinherit me for this one.  You see, my dad was a plumber.  He got up every day and went to work.  Never, not once, do I ever recall him saying, “I can not plumb today.  I have plumber’s block.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know there were days he plumbed better than others.  Days his job was crappy.  (And I don’t mean he literally dealt with crap, but hey, he unclogged toilets.)  And as a writer, I have days I write better than others, and days I question my ability to even write a grocery list.

6359991693275867841308429358_writers-blockBut do I believe it’s because my muse packed his bags and ran off to count zebra stripes in Africa?  (And I say “his” because if I had a muse he would look like Ryan Gosling—love to do massages, and do housework without being asked.  Hey, this is my fantasy, so leave it alone.)  Do I believe it’s because I’ve suddenly been struck by the ominous fate of writer’s block?  Oh, heck no.

I guess I refuse to believe that this thing I do, called writing, is all based on luck, on some super natural power, and not on the years I spent toiling, studying, and learning the craft.  If I was a baseball player, I wouldn’t feel as if I had to grab my crotch, wear the same dirty socks, or chew the same tobacco to win a game.

But now that I’ve told you what I don’t believe, let me tell you what I do believe.  I do believe in becoming burned out.  It’s something brain surgeons, garbage men, and even plumbers can face when they don’t take the time to live a well-rounded life.

so-just-writeI believe when I’m no longer inspired about a project, I’ve probably written myself in corner and if I go back and reread it, I’ll find the scene where I took a wrong turn.  Or maybe I just need to take a day off.  Yeah, days off are good.

I believe there’s sometimes a fine line from being obsessed and being determined.

I believe that writers who stop living life and only write about it, will eventually become uninspired writers.

I believe this career and the challenges that it takes to even get published, can be a hard pill to swallow, and one needs to find ways to stay motivated.  And if it means grabbing your crotch and wearing dirty socks, and having a spittoon by your desk, then so be it.  Doing things to stay motivated is different than doing things to prevent from being robbed of a talent for which you’ve worked and earned.

So what about you?  Do you believe and shudder at the thought of writer’s block?  Do you fear and pray your muse will never abandon you?  What do you do when you find yourself suddenly uninspired?

Winner!!

The winner of last week’s giveaway is Rach. Congratulations, you’ve won a bag of CC Hunter swag. Please email me at cc@cchunterbookscom with your mailing address.

Street Team

Are you my biggest fan? Do you tell everyone about my books? Well, I’m forming a new street team for The Mortician’s Daughter, and I have a few more spaces open. What does a street team member do? They tell everyone they know about my books, leave reviews for my books on Amazon, Barnes & Noble & Goodreads, sign up for my newsletter and get your friends to sign up, too. How do you become a member of my street team? Send me an email at cc@cchunterbooks.com and answer these questions:

  1. What type of genre is your favorite? Paranormal? Contemporary? Mystery? Anything else?
  2. How old are you and do you only read young adult books?
  3. Are you willing to leave reviews?  Post about the book on social media?  Go the extra mile to help get a buzz going about the book?

More Smiles & a Giveaway!

Last week I shared some things that make me smile. I wanted to share a few more, especially after I saw so many wonderful comments about what make all of you smile.

Nature makes me smile. I love it when I’m surrounded by nothing but the sounds of nature.  Birds, crickets, chirping squirrels, the wind blowing through the trees.

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Sunsets always make me smile, but especially sunsets on the beach.

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My hubby’s always doing crazy things to make me smile.  Just last week we took my granddaughter to see the movie Captain Underpants.  When we got home, hubby went into the bedroom and came out wearing his underwear on the outside of his pants and told her, “I’m the real Captain Underpants.”  My granddaughter and I laughed so hard we almost cried.  I love that he’s willing do anything to make someone laugh.

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And of course, my friends.

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Again, I want to ask you what makes you smile?  One person who leaves a post will win a bag of C.C. Hunter swag, promotional items, i.e. bookmarks, pens, stress balls and such. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for US residents only. And if you’re reading this on Goodreads, you need to leave your comment on my actual blog.)

WINNER!!

The winner of last week’s giveaway is Ashley Hitchcock.  Congratulations, Ashley, you’ve won a bag of CC Hunter swag. Please email me at cc@cchunterbooks.com and give me your mailing address.

 

Things That Make Me Smile

I’m generally a happy person. I laugh a lot. I’ve found the secret to being happy is appreciating the small things. These are just some of the things that make me smile.

Spending time with my granddaughter.  Since she was young, she would take a bubble bath in my Jacuzzi tub.  We still love doing it.

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Food.  Food that is good, but maybe not so good for you.  Chocolate, ice cream, and fried chicken.  (Hey, I’m from Alabama, I have to love fried chicken) Recently, hubby and I went out and were served fried chicken that looked like a heart.

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A good book.  Okay, I told you ice cream makes me smile, but I have to tell you, books are better than ice cream.  There is nothing like losing yourself in a good book.  It takes you away from your own problems, from your own stresses, and sweeps you into a story.  Reading is a vacation for the mind. And you can’t go wrong with The Problem With Forever by Jennifer Armentrout or Some Boys by Patty Blount or How To Be Brave by Katherine Kottaras.

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15037My dog, Lady. Everyone who knows me, knows I honestly believe that our pets teach us to be better humans.  Lady not only forces me to go for a walk every day, but she insists on play time and on petting time.  Whenever I’m laughing and having a good time, lady will grab a toy and bring it to me.

 

 

So…  What makes you smile?  One person who leaves a post will win a bag of C.C. Hunter swag, promotional items, i.e. bookmarks, pens, stress balls and such. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for US residents only. And if you’re reading this on Goodreads, you need to leave your comment on my actual blog.)

 

WINNER!!!

The winner of last week’s giveaway is Kaylin Doulen.  Congratulations! Kaylin, please email me at cc@cchunterbooks.com and tell me which one of my books you’d like, and also be sure to give me your mailing address.

Ghostly Giveaway!

My next book, The Mortician’s Daughter is about seventeen-year-old Riley Smith. Her daddy is a mortician—well when he can hold onto a job for long. Other than her dad, Riley is alone. Well, except for daddy’s clients who end up following him home.

Daddy’s clients who want something.

Daddy’s clients who are dead.

When I wrote Shadow Falls, ghosts played a pretty important role. So, I got asked a lot of questions about ghosts. Mostly people wanted to know if I believed in them. So, I’ll share my ghost experience with you.

You see to me, ghosts are scarier than vampires or werewolves. Probably because I believe they exist. Not that several of my supernaturals don’t scare the crap out of me, but on a personal scale, ghosts are the scariest.

ghostMy personal ghost story happened when I’d just turned ten, and I woke up one night to find my great-grandmother hovering over me. She always was one to hover over you, but at this point, she’d been dead for a week! And actually, she was more like floating. She was in a long white gossamer gown that flowed around her, so she looked like she didn’t have feet. She said she just wanted to let me know that she was okay. Then she told me that someday I’d have to give up the rags I called clothes (she hated the new fashions), and I’d be wearing a gown like hers.

Well, I have moved on in a fashion sense, but I’m not yet ready for a long gossamer gown and hovering over my loved ones. Have you ever had an experience with a ghost? I’ll give away any one of my Shadow Falls books to one person who leave a comment about ghosts. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. If you’re reading this on Goodreads, you must leave your comment on my blog to be entered in this giveaway.)