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Do You Even NaNo?

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It’s November ya’ll and over here in the den of sexy (Too corny? Yes? No? Nah.) two of us shall be participating in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short. We’ll be banging out 50,000 word story in 30 days (or in my case, trying to).

Laura, the fabulous badass that she is, will be working on The Devil’s Disease, the second book in her Shades Below trilogy which you should totally read if you haven’t already.

I, on the other hand, will be working on something new, half outlined, mostly pantsed. It’s YA dark fantasy, with demons, revenge and romance (duh). Wish me luck. I’m gonna need it.

Madhuri, won’t be participating this year. Mostly because SHE JUST LANDED AN AGENT and is busy editing the sexiness (aaaaaall, the sexiness) that is DUTCH ❤

If you’re doing NaNoWriMo this year, or are just hearing about it now come join us HERE and HERE

 

Kayti

#WriteBitch

 

#WorkInProgress – JUMA

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JUMA

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged

He sat with the weight of the world
on his shoulders
And all I wanted to do
was unburden him

He growled and clawed and hissed
And I moved to the rhythm of those sounds

He needed
but would not dare ask
And I knew this
because I’ve been there before

He stunned with his masculine beauty
which sounds like an impossibility
but is not
And I was drawn to him
like so many before
but knew I was like no other

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged

He bore into me with dark eyes
so full of anguish and hurt
And I smiled
and tried to ease his pain

He suggested all sorts of wickedness
with his carriage and demeanor
And I wanted to be wrapped in him
even if it meant going against my nature

He attempted to disabuse me of any preconceived notions
And when I told him I had none
he laughed

He needed to be touched and kissed and held
but could stand nothing of the sort
And so I let him touch and kiss and hold me
the only way he knew

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged

He claimed a black soul and all kinds of evil
but his voice hinted at the opposite
And I imagined him in his youth
full of light and love and wonder

He wrapped his long fingers and perfect hands
around his glass
And despite his warnings
I foolishly imagined them wrapped around me

He cursed me up and down and sideways
while his eyes begged forgiveness
And I knew
I stilled his heart and captured his breath

He filled me
until I could take no more
but wanted so much
And I surrounded him
with my slick heat
and untamed desire

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged

He smelled of bourbon and death
and his lips were such a tease
of all kinds of danger and mayhem
And I could not resist them
or stay away
no matter his warnings and predictions

He spoke to me of truths
and desires and needs
as if he knew my body without ever knowing me
And my breath hitched
and my lips parted and the heat was unbearable

He grinned but there was no happiness in his eyes
And I wanted to do nothing more than change that

He laughed but there was no happiness in the sound
And I wondered what music he would make if he was light
and I wanted to make him
make that music

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged

He set me on fire as our bodies slammed into one another
and he swore he would not
but he did
And I exploded
and shuddered
with the simplest of touches

He laughed at my predictability
my commonness
And yet I knew he knew
I was anything but

He tried his best to push me away
And yet he could not leave my side

He begged me to find another
And I laughed at the odds of doing such a thing

He rushed at my body with a burning hunger
And I knew he had never trembled so
or cried out
or yearned

I fell in love with a man tonight
without a word spoken or a kiss exchanged
and can only hope he will not be the death of me.

My Motherf*cking Clique

Growing up, I was never the cool girl, the one everyone looked up to or wanted to hang with – I felt like an outsider, sometimes even with my own friends. Maybe that’s the nature of adolescence or maybe I was just that much of a social misfit. Either way, I certainly never had a clique of my own.

Until now.

I am pleased to say that I’ve got one and it is fucking fabulous.

As Jay-Z says, allow me to re-introduce myself…

We are the Write Bitches – Kayti Nika Raet, Laura Oliva, and myself – three girls doing our thing individually, but also coming together as our own, special force of nature. We write, we laugh, we snark, but most of all, we support each other in this sometimes cruel, always tough, world of literary pursuit and endeavor.

I cannot speak to why Kayti and Laura said yes when I asked them to join forces, but here’s why I did it: you know that vibe you get when you meet those individuals in your life that just kind of fit? Like y’all get each other right from jump? That’s these two for me. They get it – the funny, the tough, the sexy. And that’s important when you’re going out on a limb with a crew. There’s gotta be some serious trust, some mad love, because there are times when I won’t be posting on this site, but Kayti will or Laura will or both of them will and that’s cool because I’m all right with them speaking for US.

And that is some serious shit because I am a control freak

so giving it up to other folks

well, fuck. That rarely happens.

But here, at Write Bitches, that’s how we get down.

And trust when I say, it’s going to be fierce and awesome and spectacular, so I would highly suggest giving us a follow and watching what we’re up to because this

all of this

it’s the shit.

And you don’t want to miss a second of it.

Much love,

Madhuri

#WriteBitch


I had planned on writing something mildly quirky and sarcastic, you know, the usual. I’d had about three-quarters of it written out when I decided to scrap it and admit something.
At one time I used to skirt the perimeter of new things/ideas/projects for eons, trying to make sure I had a Plan A, B, XYZ in place before I decided to do something. I’m a bit of a control freak and hate the sensation of going into something completely blind. There were a lot of opportunities missed until one day I decided to stop dipping my toe into the pool and just jump in.
Now when it comes to something new, or an abrupt change in plans, instead of saying ”no’, and listing all the reason why it is doomed to failure, (I’m a recovering pessimist) I go for ‘sure, why not’. It could fail, and I learn something, but more often than not it succeeds, and it is wonderful.
And in attempting fearlessness I’ve met some equally fearless folk and we’ve clicked. We get each other. Amazingly well.
So when Madhuri asked me to join, I took a deep breath and jumped in. Like everything else, it should be awesome.
World domination in the works.

Sin,

Kayti

 #WriteBitch


As long as we’re doing confessions, I have something to confess, too.

I am not usually a blogger.

I mean, I’ve dabbled. At times, my attempts haven’t even sucked. But committing to a regular blog schedule has always been something of a bridge too far. So why the hell am I here?

Madhuri alluded to this question above. For myself, the only answer that springs to mind is “because I really, really want to be.”

Like Madhuri, I’ve struggled to find my “crew”.

Like Kayti, I tend to shy away from new projects (my reasons are slightly different; I’m just a total commitment-phobe).

This is why we click. This is what made me so excited when Madhuri first invited me on board.

Everybody wants to be understood, but I think for writers, it goes deeper than that. We need to be understood. We spend much of our lives in our own heads. When we finally break surface only to find the waters around us empty, it’s crushing.

Conversely, when you come up for air and are surrounded by people who are rooting for you to do what you do, well, it’s fucking beautiful.

Write on, fellow bitches. Let’s go swimming.

Besos,

Laura

#WriteBitch

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