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Still Here

Things are looking a little dusty here on the blog. Hm. I suppose I should fix that, huh?


Yeah, not really much to report. I’ve been saving my writing for these band nerds. O.M.G. the drama! They all have some defining moment in their lives that they want to share with me and the world. Damn kids. But you know, I don’t mind it. Not really. It’s fun to sink into their brains and help them work out their problems, find love, all that good stuff.

Book Three in the Band Nerd series is coming out in less than two weeks and I’ll admit to being a little nervous. The characters weren’t easy on my self-confidence. But it happens that sometimes. The main character in Touched by Lightning wasn’t easy on me either. She had a rough past and so did Jolene Pickering, the heroine for Crash. Levi “Crash” Cracchiolo didn’t help either. Meh.

But it’s done. That’s the good thing.

I sent a newsletter out with a list of books I’m hoping to work on. Which I’m finding is never a good thing for me to do. I’m not a writer who sticks to a plan obviously. I was going to write Rien’s book next. Anders’ brother is just hanging out there being bad and I wanted him to be struck by the love bug. But that isn’t happening. No, Jason “Princess” Simoneaux shoved Rien out of the way and told me he wanted his book written. Then Cuba “Cube” Moody piped up with his story… You see where I’m going with this? The characters drive the stories. I just write what they tell me to.

So that’s what’s going on in the world of Danica. I’m merely a medium for my characters. But I haven’t forgotten about all the other books and characters who are waiting for their stories. I do have plans to finish the sci-fi serial. I also have my post-apocalyptic book poking at the edges of my mind, plus Jack Frost’s story for the Reindeer Games series.

Looks like 2017 is going to be a busy year and that’s a good thing.

In the meantime…

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Guest Blogger: Kristin Miller

Today I have the awesome Kristin Miller visiting with us! I met Kristin in NYC and thought she was so great, I gave her carte blanche to discuss whatever flipped her Twinkie.
Take it away, Kristin! 

Thanks so much Danica, for having me as a guest on your blog! I’ve been a fan of your work, and your site, since we met at RWA in NYC and I was beyond thrilled when you asked me to visit.

Since you gave me free reign (mua-ha-ha!) over the topic today, I’d like to talk about something a little different. 

The Writing Bubble.

We all have one. It’s the place we go, either physically or mentally, when we get on a roll. When the words flow, we’re taken away, diving into the story head over feet. The words could turn out to be absolute shit, but they’re running like rivers damn it, so we bow down to our muse like she’s the holy Dalai Lama. (Besides, polishing garbage into gold is what the editing stage is for, right?)

But how does one stay in the Writing Bubble to keep those words churning? Some writers have to create new material in coffee shops, sucking off the hiss of the espresso machine and the buzz of gossiping caffeine addicts. Some write at home, locked away in a private office with an afghan on their lap and a retriever at their feet. Other writers can create anywhere as long as certain music is playing through their headphones or certain children are quiet. Ahem.

Come into my Writing Bubble for a bit, would you? There’s a wooden desk in the corner and a Dell laptop with fading keys. Take a seat in my plush leather chair and admire the lovely orchid I never have to water. Notebooks, one for each story idea, are stacked to the right. Coffee cups and granola bar wrappers are scattered to the left. Depending on what book I’m working on, you’ll hear music, too. During writing sessions of my latest release, Intervamption, Pink and Dashboard Confessional blared from the speakers—you know, the beautifully tortured stuff. For Vampires of Crimson Bay #2, releasing this winter, I listened to a whole lot of Annie Lennox and Stone Sour. (What that means, I’m not quite sure.) My current work, the third book in the Vampires of Crimson Bay Series, is demanding the soothing melodies of Ben Harper and Joshua Radin.  

There are times I’m so lost in my own thoughts, that the world outside becomes a tool, living and breathing for my story. Movies spark ideas that then translate into my books. Strings of overheard conversation become inspiration for dialogue between my characters. In that place, that wonderful writing sanctuary, words spill onto the page and books are built in months. But there are other times—like when a bad review cooks my goose or I see the well-deserved success of my writing peers—that self-doubt thins the layers of my sublime bubble. Writing becomes jagged and words don’t fit right. Like weathered skin stretching over too tight bones.

Though it’s hard to remember while we’re drifting through those doldrums, the coolest part of the Writing Bubble is that it’s yours and yours alone. It never goes away. It’s always there, waiting for brilliant words to bloom once more. Whether you have to catapult your ass into action by dragging your laptop to a different coffee shop, or move your desk so that it’s facing another window, you can breathe life into your words again. You just have to make a few changes, either physically or mentally, and you’ll be rockin’ right along in no time.

What does your Writing Bubble look like? And where do you find that you write best?


Slade, a fallen assassin, has been given a second chance. Called back into action for an unknown task, Slade must shift into what he hates most: a vampire. When he awakens, an instant attraction ignites between him and his sexy vamp teacher, Dylan, who’s been assigned to show him the ropes. Dylan’s orderly life blew up recently when a rogue vampire killed himself right before her eyes. On top of that, her pride and joy, ReVamp—or the Rehabilitation Facility and Management Program for Vampire—is in major trouble. She’s been accused of providing infected blood to the locals, weakening them and making them easier prey for their enemies, the shape-shifting therians. Forced to question long-held allegiances, Dylan and Slade have no choice but to trust in each other as mayhem reigns around them.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=intervamption 
~Amazon is offering the first chapter free.

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/intervamption-kristin-miller/1103176649?itm=1&usri=intervamption&fmt=1000

Books on Board: http://www.booksonboard.com/index.php?BODY=viewbook&BOOK=1073531

Vampires of CrimsonBay#2 will release from Avon Impulse December 6th, 2011.

Kristin Miller has had a passion for language and literature her whole life. Born and raised in Small TownUSA, she often made up stories about faraway places and edge-of-your-seat adventures.

After graduating from Humboldt State University with a degree in psychology, Kristin realized there is no scarier place than the warped human psyche. Wanting to combine her love of writing with her desire to paint twisted villains, Kristin wound up in the unlikeliest of places—the classroom. She taught high school and middle school English before giving in to the desire to create her own world, where villains can be sympathetic and heroes can be devilishly good.

Find me:

Website: www.kristinmiller.net

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/KM_Miller

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1222405.Kristin_Miller


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That’s No Speedbump…

It’s a speed mountain!

Now that all the wedding stuff and feel good stuff is over, I can get back to my normal programming. Of course, this means that I’m going to bitch whine discuss writing and it’s pitfalls.

Last month, as some of you may know, I submitted my manuscript Succubus-in-Waiting to several agents. Within three hours of submitting, one of the agents contacted me and wanted the full. I sent it to her three days later and four days after that she wanted to represent me. I was over. The. Moon. Some little adjustments, a few more submissions to her, and we had a verbal agreement. I e-mailed all the other agents I’d queried and told them I was accepting representation elsewhere. Which, from what I understand, is the correct and polite thing to do so they don’t waste time on my stuff.

She sent queries out to ten editors. Six wanted the full and she was waiting to hear from the others. Hello? I wasn’t over the moon anymore, I was in the next galaxy. A month rolled by and I started freaking out. What if she hated it? What if she changed her mind? What if she didn’t know how to tell me no one wanted it? I e-mailed her twice with changes, but didn’t hear back from her. I prayed.

Yesterday I heard back from her, but it wasn’t news I was glad to get. She was no longer with the agency. She apologized, gave me a name of another agent with the same organization if I wanted to stay with them. She gave me a list of the editors she’d sent queries and manuscripts out to and wished me luck. I was stunned. I think I stared at the computer screen reading the e-mail three or four times. How could this be? What do I do now? I was in flat out shock.

I remained in shock the rest of the day, my stomach churning and nausea rising. I just couldn’t believe it. I’d stupidly pinned all my hopes on this verbal agreement and had nothing to show for it. I’d missed out on setting up agent/editor appointments at Nationals and working on a pitch because…I had an agent already. Duh. Now I’m in limbo.

When I went home and broke the news to my mother, she was livid. Naturally, her first instinct is to protect me (cause I’m sweet and adorable). Her upset actually helped me think things through. Is there anything better than someone you love defending you to the bitter end, even if they’re spouting conspiracy theories? No, not really. But she made me realize that this isn’t the end. My work is with six editors. SIX editors with big publishing houses. This is a good thing. It would be even better if someone wanted it. I keep a constant prayer in my head rotating hourly and sometimes more frequently than that.

I’m in wait and see mode right now. I need to see if the new agent is going to pick me up or not and if she isn’t, I have to start the whole querying process again. This is fine. I’m not crying my eyes out over this mess, not thinking it’s the end of the world because it isn’t. Sure, it isn’t quite a speed bump, but maybe this was meant to happen so I could truly appreciate my agent when I get him/her. Maybe this is a lesson for me to learn so I can understand that writing is a gift, not a right.


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