What’s the hardest thing about writing?
After twelve years and many dozens of stories, sometimes it can be hard to come up with something new and different. One of the things that I don’t want to do is write the same kind of story over and over again. In order to keep the muse fresh, the ideas and stories need to be interesting and new if possible.
Do you write in order or do you write out of order, and then go back to compose your story into one cohesive piece?
Personally, when I write a story, I start at the beginning and write until the end. I know it doesn’t sound very glamorous, but that’s how the stories come to me. The writing process is a very personal thing and it works differently for each of us. I have met authors who write their stories as scenes and then put it all together at the end. That seems to work well for them. If you’re an author, find what works for you.
Title: Catch of a Lifetime
Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: April 7 2020
A lone figure walked slowly down the street. Arty leaned against the house, watching the well-built young man as he ambled toward the water. He should simply look away and go back to figuring out what he was going to do, but he couldn’t seem to look away. The man had wide shoulders and narrow hips, and when he passed under the streetlight, Arty got a good enough look that he almost whistled. Wavy brown hair, a butt encased in jeans that molded to him—this wasn’t someone he’d ever seen around here before. The guy stopped and turned and looked both ways, facing Arty for only a few seconds. Their gazes met and a flutter of instant attraction bubbled in Arty’s belly. He actually gasped at how strong it hit him. Arty watched the guy as he stopped and pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a few bills, but he couldn’t be sure. He counted, then folded them and put the bills back in his pocket. The man’s shoulders rose and fell, and then he turned around, treating Arty to an amazing view of his chest and a glimpse of his young but beautiful face. Wow, what is this guy doing here? Arty blinked to make sure the man wasn’t some sort of imagining his lonely mind had cooked up. But no, he was real and looking back at him.
Arty saw beautiful people all the time. It was part of the business he was in, but this guy went beyond that. Arty even thought of taking the few steps through the yard to talk to him. If nothing else, he could find out what a guy like him was doing here, maybe see why he seemed so intent on counting a few bills. Shrugging, Arty needed a second to screw up his courage, then took a step forward. A dull thud from inside the house drew his attention, and he peeked inside to see what it was. When Arty turned back, the guy had gone back the way he’d come, his shoulders a little hunched and his stride less sure. The vision in tight denim passed behind the hedge, and Arty lost sight of him.
Arty ended up wandering down to the docks and out to where his dad’s boat sat bobbing in the surf. He climbed aboard and looked around. It needed some cleanup after the rains, but was otherwise in good shape. One thing his dad understood was that he needed to take good care of his equipment.
Andrew Grey
I have read three so far and loved each one. I look forward to many more.
this is a new series for me
I already won this book on another blog so I’m feeling lucky!
I haven’t read any of the books in the series yet. They all sounds good.