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turning into reality for the rest of my life, I was going to have to find a different profession. The sad fact was that I was only good at being an author. Every other job I'd ever had, every career path I'd ever reluctantly trod had turned to ashes before me.
No, it was this or nothing.
So I sat down and wrote. The blank page slowed me down for a second, but, just like last time, once I got rolling it was as if the world got out of the way and the voices in my head, the critical ones that usually yelled This is shit! and That's not good enough! w ere silent.
He needed a name, this Shifter of mine. I could already picture him in the frozen North, Alaska or the Yukon, maybe. He was massive, and he kept to himself. Hunters were wise enough to stay out of his way, and on the very very rare chance that he needed something from an outpost or trading post up there, he walked out of a blizzard, human for the first time in a long time. People who met him didn't know what he was, but there were rumors.
Keller. That was his name. He'd been there a long time, protecting his cave from the Wolf Shifters that prowled the edges of his territory, keeping a safe place in the snow like the rest of his clan had done in the years when they had been plentiful.
For what, though? What was he waiting for? My romance instincts didn't make me wait for an answer to that particular question for very long, though. What was every male lead waiting for, whether or not he knew it?
His long lost love.
I typed in the name 'Lacey' and liked the way it looked on the screen. Keller and Lacey. If ever star-crossed lovers had existed, these two were them. I got down to work, enjoying the details. I'd never written a Paranormal Romance before, but both Charlotte and Hank from the Smut Slingers had, and I found the experience to be everything that they'd described.
There was an odd type of joy to be had, making a world for Keller and Lacey to love in. There were rules to think up, magics to make, back stories to fill in.
Keller was the last of his clan, holding a place of solace in the Frozen North, unknowingly providing a home for Lacey to retreat to. And retreat there she did, fleeing from her home in Seattle to Alaska. She'd grown up there, but her memories of the place were few and far between. She knew her Grandfather had built a log cabin with his bare hands, and she remembered that her father and his brothers and their families had spent time up there, when she was young.
I wiped at my forehead, my face flushed with the effort of creation. It had been warm outside before, and thank God, since I'd been running around in just a bathrobe for the better part of the day. But the sun was starting to slide behind the ocean now, and that should have meant that the heat of the day was lessening...
Only it wasn't. I wiped away a drop of sweat and felt another slide down the back of my neck.
"Told you not to wipe it away," a deep, gruff voice I knew to be Keller's said from behind me. "The visions won't come if you're concerned about something as stupid as sweat."
"Oh," I said, wiping my hand off on my jeans. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "Sorry's no good to me."
I shrugged, turning around in my chair to look at him.
He was exactly the way I'd pictured him in my mind. There he sat, begrudgingly in human for the sake of my readers not having to listen to a talking Bear. His massive, muscled frame made my bed sorry it had done whatever I was punishing it for by allowing him to sit on it, and his square jaw and bold, sharp eyes as blue as glacial ice made me want nothing more than his protection.
Here was a man who knew what it meant to stand against the world.
Here was a man who would stand beside me until the stars dimmed and finally sputtered out, one by one.
"Keller," I asked, happy to be on a first name basis with him. "What exactly are these visions
No, it was this or nothing.
So I sat down and wrote. The blank page slowed me down for a second, but, just like last time, once I got rolling it was as if the world got out of the way and the voices in my head, the critical ones that usually yelled This is shit! and That's not good enough! w ere silent.
He needed a name, this Shifter of mine. I could already picture him in the frozen North, Alaska or the Yukon, maybe. He was massive, and he kept to himself. Hunters were wise enough to stay out of his way, and on the very very rare chance that he needed something from an outpost or trading post up there, he walked out of a blizzard, human for the first time in a long time. People who met him didn't know what he was, but there were rumors.
Keller. That was his name. He'd been there a long time, protecting his cave from the Wolf Shifters that prowled the edges of his territory, keeping a safe place in the snow like the rest of his clan had done in the years when they had been plentiful.
For what, though? What was he waiting for? My romance instincts didn't make me wait for an answer to that particular question for very long, though. What was every male lead waiting for, whether or not he knew it?
His long lost love.
I typed in the name 'Lacey' and liked the way it looked on the screen. Keller and Lacey. If ever star-crossed lovers had existed, these two were them. I got down to work, enjoying the details. I'd never written a Paranormal Romance before, but both Charlotte and Hank from the Smut Slingers had, and I found the experience to be everything that they'd described.
There was an odd type of joy to be had, making a world for Keller and Lacey to love in. There were rules to think up, magics to make, back stories to fill in.
Keller was the last of his clan, holding a place of solace in the Frozen North, unknowingly providing a home for Lacey to retreat to. And retreat there she did, fleeing from her home in Seattle to Alaska. She'd grown up there, but her memories of the place were few and far between. She knew her Grandfather had built a log cabin with his bare hands, and she remembered that her father and his brothers and their families had spent time up there, when she was young.
I wiped at my forehead, my face flushed with the effort of creation. It had been warm outside before, and thank God, since I'd been running around in just a bathrobe for the better part of the day. But the sun was starting to slide behind the ocean now, and that should have meant that the heat of the day was lessening...
Only it wasn't. I wiped away a drop of sweat and felt another slide down the back of my neck.
"Told you not to wipe it away," a deep, gruff voice I knew to be Keller's said from behind me. "The visions won't come if you're concerned about something as stupid as sweat."
"Oh," I said, wiping my hand off on my jeans. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "Sorry's no good to me."
I shrugged, turning around in my chair to look at him.
He was exactly the way I'd pictured him in my mind. There he sat, begrudgingly in human for the sake of my readers not having to listen to a talking Bear. His massive, muscled frame made my bed sorry it had done whatever I was punishing it for by allowing him to sit on it, and his square jaw and bold, sharp eyes as blue as glacial ice made me want nothing more than his protection.
Here was a man who knew what it meant to stand against the world.
Here was a man who would stand beside me until the stars dimmed and finally sputtered out, one by one.
"Keller," I asked, happy to be on a first name basis with him. "What exactly are these visions
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