My favorite season is springtime. Nothing can compare to the delicious scent of ozone on the air after a lightning storm, or watching the green begin to push away the brown of winter’s grass. Coming home from work and smelling potting soil as the hubby starts our tomato plants on the kitchen table brings me such joy. And the way the sky gets bluer, the clouds whiter. Or seeing a cheery little crocus popping up amid the dry leaf litter still in my garden.
I love it!
Spring is a time of rebirth, not just for the earth. For me it’s a joyous time to shake off the winter doldrums, and put an end to cabin fever. Not that I’m one who suffers from seasonal depression, but it’s hard to have a case of the melancholies when birds are chirping outside your window and the deer are dashing across the corn fields. Everything is coming back to life, and that makes my creative juices flow.
Recently I was contemplating my writing accomplishments this past winter. I feel like I have been writing constantly, which is partially true. I had another Naughty North Pole book come out in December—Book Five: EVERYBODY HATES FRUITCAKE—and two other full length novels as well. But actually all I have been doing was editing.
While writing is just rewriting and editing, it dawned on me that I have not written any NEW material since August.
What the heck?
Well, it must have been the crisp spring air feeding my brain, all rich with the scent of dirt and growing things, because a new idea has sprouted. Not entirely new, though. Sometimes we visit old stories like we visit old friends, and that’s what I’m doing.
In my 1NightStand story ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL, my two heroes visited a gay bar in Grand Turk called No Woman No Cry—yeah like the Bob Marley song. There was a Haitian man who owned the place named Josef and frankly he just needed his own story. And as I love swapping characters with my writer pal Wendy Burke, I helped myself—with her permission of course—to the art gallery owner from her story WISE MEN SAY, Paul.
Now, just like the bulbs popping up in my garden and the sprouts of baby tomatoes growing in my kitchen, their love story is also growing. I’m very excited to be penning their journey and I’m nearing the halfway point. Frankly, even as I write this post, they are whispering in the back of my mind. The horny little bastards are ready to do some growing of their own, if you get my meaning, LOL, so I need to get back to writing. You see, Paul and Josef have just arrived at No Woman No Cry, and things are about to heat up! I’m thinking these two like mirrors, which is something I haven’t incorporated into any love scenes yet. So this should be fun for all!
What about you guys? Has the season change watered your creativity? Are you writing anything new that you would like to share? I’d love to hear about it!
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.