What is your writing space like?

I often hear authors complain about not having peace and quiet in their writing space (workplace). I've never actually thought about my surroundings when I write. As many of you should know by now I suffer from A.D.H.D. I am all over the place. But my workspace can't be quiet. I need music, television, or even someone around me while I write. Don't get me wrong, I can write in complete silence, but the best comes out when I have other things around me.

So tell me what is your writing space/workplace like?

What Motivates You To Write?

Only one question keeps coming to mind every time I hold a pen in my hand, or I sit down in front of that empty screen. What motivates me to write? I can easily say it is fun, I love to do it, I want to be published, etc… My motivation is to just get the stories and people out of my head. Yes, I am sick of having stories in my head that only I know about. I want others to spread the stories I daydream about.

I never knew there was so much power in a writer’s hands. One can make it rain, make it snow, or make it rain food from the sky. We have so many choices at our disposal. At times I do feel overwhelm. It’s a challenge choosing a few ideas to put on paper. I do it because I want others to see what I see through my eyes.


So what motivates you to write?

Missing you so much!

I will be off the internet for a few days. Hopefully I will be back by Saturday to update my blog. I apologize for neglecting my blogging responsibilities :P

I appreciate everyone that follows me and takes the time to look through my craziness.

Just know that even though I don't post a comment on your blogs, I read all updates. And yes I have wayyyyy too much time on my hands lol. Love all your talented and wonderful people, and I hope to see you real soon.

I am making great progress with my current novel and I will update you all really soon. I am hoping (fingers crossed) to release it by Halloween.

The Breakup Letter

I got this great idea from my friend L.J.! She wrote a Dear John type letter to Writer's Block, breaking up with it. Below is mines, but what would you write to Writer's Block?



My letter to Writer’s Block:

Dear Writer’s Block,
I am going to be up front and tell you that me and you are done! The time we shared I could never forget in a million years. You were able to bring out the best of me on numerous occasions. For some reason you always liked being on top, but I did everything in my power to change positions. Looking down into your eyes from above, brought me to level of pleasure I’ve never experienced in my life. I was doing things I never knew I could do. I want to confess that you were my first roadblock on my path of success. I became addicted to you, and you were drug of choice. Over the years, you have kept returning to me and I was there with open arms ready to embrace you. I was a fool in love with the excitement you brought into my life. I didn’t want to stand on my own two feet because I was depending on you to challenge me once again.

You knew very well what kind of person I was before you got with me. I was jealous of everyone who had you when you were not with me. I knew the things you could do to a person and I envied them. I noticed when your other lovers had gotten over you; they were more confident and brilliant than ever before. They made me remember our first time together and it made me longing for your return.


Even when I first got over losing you the millionth time, I entertained the thought of you coming back into my life. You reminded me of that Beyonce song “irreplaceable”. The lyric of that song describes how I am happy you are no longer with me. I have new lovers in my life and they are inspiring, creative and show me nothing but unconditional love. I sing these two verses from the song in memory of you:

To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
To the left, to the left
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you in a minute
Matter fact he'll be here in a minute, baby


Good bye forever,
R.N.

P.S. Its you with the problem, not me!

Missing in Action?

I haven't really posted anything for a few weeks now. Personal issues in life have been hindering me, but now I am finally back!

If you missed me, then be happy to see me again. If you didn't like me, please let me know so I can talk about you every chance I get. You know I love you!

The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award!

I was given my first blogger award this week (The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award) by the beautiful, talented and beloved Anita Grace Howard!

There are requirements for accepting the award. The most important one is that it must be passed on to others. The other rules are listed below the list of award winners I've chosen.

Thank you, Anita. *drooling* over strawberries!

Bequeathed to:

L.J.
L.A. Sherman
Robbi Bryant
Catherine Mesick
comicbookgrrl
Sassypiehole


And along with the strawberry goodness comes these original rules:

The original rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 deserving blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them

OR

My new rules...

Replace #2 above with one sentence that best describes who you are.

Must give the award to at least 6 people instead of 5.



1. I was nominated by Anita Grace Howard!


2.

I want to be called a storyteller.

I need to learn how to swim.

My kids are angels to everyone else, but little imps to me.

Don't really care for sports.

I really need to get a kindle.

Writing was always a hobby of mines.

I count the spouse as an extra kid in the house.


3. My list is above.


4. Everyone contacted.

Congratulations to all of the winners! More awards coming real soon! I am going to be honest, I don't like to visit any of your blogs, because it makes me feel like an amateur. Okay I said it, I am jealous of you all!

Raina: Hearts Intertwined (Sample)

As everyone expected from my cover, yes I am releasing a vampire novel expected to be released this Summer. I've decided to post a sample from the book. If you like it then hit the like button. Sorry at this time I can't locate the dislike button. Hope you enjoy.





Sample from Raina: Hearts Intertwined By Rene Nightingale


Raina Sanchez
[Journal Entry]

      There I was just staring up at the sky, and suddenly the warm blood trickling down my legs distracted me. I reached down slowly and touched above my knees. The blood was bright red, warm, wet, and sticky. Touching it gave me mixed feelings. I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The familiar pain I felt in my stomach signified it was that time of the month again. Sometimes it would last 3 to 7 days, but lately its been lasting two whole weeks. This was a monthly ritual that I never got used to having. Feelings of self-hatred and loathing came upon me again and I kneeled over in agonizing pain, accepting it. Some of my so-called days, I felt beautiful and alive but today was not one of them. It was a bad day and I felt ugly; I felt I was a monster and I was getting what monsters like me deserved. Painfully I screamed out at the top of the lungs, “Please God take the pain away!” Before I uttered the last word, tears started falling from my eyes. There I was, an unattractive, unwanted, unclean woman lying in a puddle of blood. If that was part of living than I truly had nothing to live for.

      My pain was unimaginable. Every month the pain I experienced was more than just physical pain. The pain I felt was more emotional and spiritual. I felt like pulling my hair out from its roots. Anything I could think of to get my mind off the pain was a welcome distraction. With one hand, I quickly released my hair from its braid, allowing it to fall to the ground soaking in the pool of blood along with the rest of me. I gripped a handful of hair with one hand ready to start pulling it out to escape my hell for a brief moment. I screamed aloud, “No!” I told myself I refused to lose my mind at a time like this. I sat back and let my legs dangle over the mountain’s edge. I could see the forest below me. If I were to jump, it would probably be a 500-foot drop. Such a drop would be enough to kill any normal human being. Today was the day I would end this thing I called my life. No longer would I have to feel this way ever again.

      I saw the Sun start to rise in the distance. Its light slowly moved across the forest floor below me. I thought about it and now it was the time to just jump. I stood up slowly and looked around the darkness that would soon fade away after my next step over the edge. It would be so easy if an angel would just come, take me away from this place, and end my suffering. The light of the sun slowly climbed up the mountain towards me.

      I gained enough courage to take the step which would decide my fate. My entire body moved and I accepted the consequences of my action. My step was not forward but backwards. I reached down and picked up the body of my prey that still was alive. The wolf’s blood still dripped into the puddle it made earlier. I turned and entered my cave seconds before the sun light could reach me.
    
      As the wolf lay whimpering in the corner of the cave, its eyes were filled with sadness and tears. So much blood went to waste outside of the cave and I still had the hunger upon me. The darkness surrounded me, and all I could focus on was the wolf’s heartbeat and its fear, which was calling out to me. This was another day that I had found the willpower to continue existing in this world. It is too bad that the wolf’s life would end that day. My fangs slowly started to descend from my upper jaw and my mind went blank. The beast’s fear and despair in its eyes dragged me into a state of ecstasy. With my fangs now fully erect, I bit down on the wolf’s neck as hard as I could. I heard the snapping sound of bones breaking within my mouth. I continued to drink from its sweet nectar until its beating heart stopped or the nectar no longer flowed, whatever came first. I didn't remember.

© Rene Nightingale 2011