Monday, September 27, 2010

Setting up Gothno 2010

Gothno starts on Friday ! how crazy is that? I mean it's almost the close of 2010! So much has gone on this year it's ridiculous.

Gothno starts and the ideas in my head keep shifting. Right now I'm focused on this idea of the African vampire myth- loogaroos. I found it fascinating that it's actually a witch stealing the blood for the devil not herself. I've formulated a basic plot in my head but no character specifics.

There is a cursed family- matriarchal of course.
There are loogaroos.
It's setting on a Caribbean island on an old sugar cane plantation.
Scene 1 - a black woman wrestles in bed with a terrible headache and blinding vision on a rainy day
There is revenge. I haven't decided how gorie it will be though.
I need Jamaican names and a family tree maker.
Also need to set up Lquid Storybinder fir this project.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

GOTHNO

Gothic Writing Month is QUICKLY approaching! Next weekend and it will be the creepy month of October!!! I don't do Halloween so much but I love Gothic literature and the fashion style as well. I mean- look at my blog picture heading LOL (or maybe that should be muuuuahhhh)
If you love Gothic writing, if you write horror, etc. step on over into the Gothnowrimo board http://gothnowrimo.proboards.com The more the creepy the demented merriment! ;)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Place I long For- based on a prompt from a writing group

I long to be in his arms. The soft fuzz that dusts his skin, the chocolate skin that smells like outdoors and man. I long to be curved into the cleft if his chest at night when the tropical birds call love songs and the crickets chirp a refrain and the geckos skitter together in moonlight dances. I long to be curled against him feel his heart beat against my back. Feel his thighs curved against the back of my own. I long to feel his arm over my waist his fingers strumming my belly. That place where we fit together perfectly. I long to be there feeling his breath against my neck. To feel the scruff of his beard rough and sexy against my cheek, my neck, my breasts. I long to be in the place where nothing but the two of us exists in perfect love and harmony. I long to be in the tropical heaven of my lover's arms.

By JLDenman sept. 6, 201