Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
The nuptial music soared. I sprinted down the glass hallway towards giant doors encrusted with seashells. I couldn’t tell if the roar in my ears was my heart racing or the waves crashing around the undersea castle. All I knew was that I hadn’t felt this alive in centuries. I had always been a gambling god, yet the stakes had never felt this high. I knew better than most that love could be destined or it could be a fool’s errand. I kept tramping down the question that broke on my mind like the ocean breaks above. Was I crashing this wedding for the bride’s sake or for my own? As the god of love, I should know my own heart, but this hostage situation turned long weekend… It was more exhilarating than anything I had felt in decades. Maybe it wasn’t love, but I didn’t want to give it up.
When I reached the gilded mollusks and starfishes that decorated the door. I paused and checked out my reflection in the glass. Love can be vain, I admit. I brushed soot from my curly blond hair and sighed. Since I had teleported in a hurry, I hadn’t the time to clean myself up after working in the smithy. I looked more like a frat boy than a primordial god in my forge-scorched jeans and vintage football jersey. I definitely wasn’t up to the Olympic dress code of gold silk tunics and tiger skin cloaks.
My fist tightened around a golden arrow. The gods were assembled to see Neptune’s wedding. If the rapturous sounds of the Muses were any indication, the ambrosia had already begun to flow. I passed a treasury of exquisite gifts—gems, gold, silks, and more—in the watery atrium. What should have been the undersea wedding of the millennia was about to become the undersea scandal of the millennia.
I had been the one to get Neptune into this mess, I admonished myself as I squared my shoulders, and I would have to get him out of it. Venus might have recruited me for this mischief, but I had been the drunken ass who’d agreed to it. In my defense, it had been another boring Mount Olympus party and I’d thought we were just going to liven it up.
Last weekend, the god of wine hosted a gala, much like the one before it and the million before that. Apollo had played his lyre as the Muses harmonized. Jupiter and Juno held court over the marble chamber from their golden throne. The reclining divinities made merry with dryads and satyrs surrounded by ethereal beauties, architectural perfection, and marvelous blah blah blah. For me, it was just another day of being a Roman deity. I had drunk enough wine to kill a mortal and was reaching for a set of dice when my latest scandal began.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
When Cupid conspires with Venus to play a prank on the stoic god of the sea he has no idea that his tin-plated arrow will unleash the undersea scandal of the century.
Cupid is always up for a prank, as long as it doesn't interfere with his football matches, pub brawls, and gambling. When Venus asks her son to strike Neptune, Cupid should have considered why his mother was so interested…or maybe he just should have drunk a little less ambrosia.
Neptune is a stoic sea god, untouched by love. That is until something happens and Neptune sings his love for—Amphitrite? A woman who hates him and until recently, whom Neptune scarcely noticed. But there was a witness--and Neptune knows exactly whose tin arrow is to blame.
Cupid ends up on the pointy side of Neptune's trident before being dragged under the sea. To get back to the surface, it's either sink, swim, or seduce. And when wedding bells chime, the love god has to decide if he is truly brave enough to put his heart on the line.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Why a writing playlist?I like to create a musical atmosphere when I write. Music can really inspire me and keep my fingers typing on the keyboard when I am ready to give up. I generally choose music that fits with the mood of the story that I am working on.
Sometimes, I do deviate especially when I am revising and editing. When I am gutting a first draft, I like music that gets my toes tapping and my heart pumping. It pushes me to cut through the dross and get to the diamonds.
Enjoy this taste of what I am listening to this month.