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Hi, all! Jennifer here.
I get asked a lot by writers and bloggers about whether I outline or write by the seat of my pants. Well, I can honestly answer…YES.
Every writer is different. That’s why there are different stories out there. We all work on a different level. But for me, I have to –HAVE TO—have some sort of road map so to speak to start out with.
So I create a very rough outline before I begin a story. Sometimes it’s not even a whole outline. I may only know what I want to happen in the first six chapters and the ending of the book. But that is enough to begin writing. Plus, I rarely stick to an outline. I usually keep about 75%. The rest changes as I write and I realize what is working and what isn’t.
It does help to look over my outline when I first begin writing for the day, too, because at that point I’m going in cold and need to warm up to my characters. I can’t just WRITE. But once the juices flow, I can then make notes and changes to the outline as I write and even write myself a note of what I want to write about for the next day.
Clear as oatmeal, right?
After many tries of doing it various ways, this system seems to work the best for me.
I so appreciate the chance to showcase my new sweet romance release from Entangled Publishing-- KISSING KENDALL today. I hope you all get to check it out!
And be on the lookout for my fun Valentine’s Day novella coming out the end of this month! It’s called A LITTLE BIT CUPID--about a loner who must find true love before midnight on Valentine’s Day or risk having humanity lose love forever, and with the help of Cupid’s son himself, she seeks out Mr. Wrong while Mr. Right is right under her nose.
Thanks so much to EVERY DAY IS AN ADVENTURE for having me!
HOW ABOUT YOU? ARE YOU A WRITER? DO YOU OUTLINE AT ALL?
About the Book:
After losing her husband in the line of duty, Kendall doesn’t want to get involved with another man with a dangerous job, and refuses to give in to her attraction to the handsome police officer. But Brad has always loved Kendall from afar and now that he senses she might feel the same, he’s determined to show her the real danger would be to lose another chance at love.
About the Author:
Jennifer Shirk has a bachelor degree in pharmacy-which has in NO WAY at all helped her with her writing career. But she likes to point it out, since it shows romantic-at-hearts come in all shapes, sizes, and mind-numbing educations.
She writes sweet romantic comedies and won third place in the RWA 2006 NYC's Kathryn Hayes Love and Laughter Contest with her book, The Role of a Lifetime.
She's also a board member for Straight Ahead Ministries, an organization involved in helping spread the gospel and aiding medical and pharmacy students in Russia. She resides in a beach resort in NJ, and when she's not involved in all the above, she's taking care of her most treasured possessions: her husband, daughter, and four hermit crabs.
Kendall turned all her frustration at herself onto Brad, who stood there with wide eyes and exaggerated innocence. The Boy Scout routine did not look good on him. She folded her arms, giving him a disapproving look. “So you forgot I had a date with Rick tonight?”
He shrugged. “What? It could happen. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Wow, you’re right. I can’t imagine shoving another single thought in a head as cramped as yours.”
They stared each other down for almost a minute before Brad flung his hands up in the air. “All right, I didn’t forget. So sue me! I wanted to stop by and make sure you were okay. You may not know this, but Rick happens to date a lot of women. A lot of women. And you…I mean, no offense, but you’re a little out of practice in the dating department.”
“Out of practice?” Oh, if that wasn’t a proverbial slap in the face, she didn’t know what was. Brad thought she was clueless—which was ridiculous. She didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he was actually treating her like…like… Georgie! Well, that was just great. He was treating her like his sister.
“I don’t know what you were so worried about. What did you think was going to happen, Brad? Rick was a perfect gentleman all night. Something you should know, considering he’s one of your friends,” she said over her shoulder as she stormed up her walkway.
“Hey, hang on,” Brad called, jogging to catch up with her. “You can’t tell me you actually have a thing for Rick, can you?”
She stopped and whirled around. “Well, considering my date was interrupted before it was over, I never really got a chance to figure that out.”
“I didn’t ruin anything,” he huffed. “Your date was over before it’d even begun. You would have known five seconds into meeting him whether there was chemistry or not between you two. So go ahead and have a second date—have a hundred dates for all I care! It won’t matter. You’ll come to the same conclusion I did.”
Kendall tipped her chin in defiance. “And just what conclusion is that?”
He flung to the ground the papers he had in his hand and stepped forward, close enough that she could practically feel his temper radiating from his body. “That Rick is not the man for you.”
Her body tensed at the heat in his voice, but for some reason she continued to challenge him. “Ha, like you would know.”
“I would know.”
She glared at him. “What kind of man is for me then?”
Brad’s gaze darkened and something new and intense flickered between them. He took another step forward. “You deserve a man who’ll take you in his arms.” Then in one forward motion, he pulled her to him and that’s exactly where she was.
And it felt…heavenly.
In his embrace, her thoughts all clogged together and she had a tough time even remembering how they had ended up entwined on her front porch in the first place. She looked up and noticed he was watching her intently, maybe judging her reaction to being held so close to him or whether or not he’d proven his point.
His lips slowly traveled to her ear. “You deserve a man who makes your knees go weak.”
She swallowed. Weak knees? Check. In fact, her knees were more than weak; they were downright overcooked noodles.
Her heart pounded an erratic rhythm, but she cleared her throat, pretending not to be affected. “You seem to think you know a lot about what kind of man is right for me.”
“I do,” he murmured. His lips were so close; they grazed her earlobes and were brushing along her jawbone in light wispy movements. “And I definitely know the right man for you is not the kind of man who’s going to settle for a mere good-night peck on the cheek at the end of your first date.”
“He’s not?” she whispered, suddenly at a loss for breath.
Brad’s lips began drawing closer to her mouth. “No, he’s not. Because the man for you has been dreaming about your mouth ever since he first laid eyes on you. So he won’t be able to handle one more second without knowing the feel of your lips beneath his own.”