Archetypes
I think I finally understand them. I had to commit the sin writing the same archetype over and over again until I realized, "I've met you before, oh hero of my story."
I tend to write the same kind of guy. SImilar unough so that I'd say they are of the same ARCHETYPE.

Here he is: He's kind. He's a bit of a fuck up. Tall, slender. Funny. Perhaps aloof.
Hmmm... is that an archetype? I guess I can't wrap a single word around him. Like the damsel in distress -- I write those women a lot. Never write bitches. I don't like to spend time with bitches in my real life and don't intend to spend my make-beleive world with them either.

Back to my guys. Let me list them. First their was Conrad Manzey. Tall, virile, not a fuck-up at all. In fact he is capable of just about any feat. He is sensitive and uber-masculine. Blonde, blue-eyed.

Along came Adam Vianetti. Adam is beefy and muscular. Ah-ha! Not slender. He is sensitive and intelligent. This guy has a head for business. Dark hair, dark eyes. So far so good. Two completely different men -- archetypes.

Then Kevin Shepherd. My love, my favorite. He was tall, slender, kind, funny, aloof. Curly black hair, brown eyes.

Ah- Steve Rider. My lost soul. He's just stumbling along without a real life plan. He's an animal man -- manages a team of horses. Strapping and strong from  hard work. Brown hair.

Bruce Burns... He's an older dude. Not a young buck, but in great shape for 40. Tall, slender, muscular. A buisnessman too, but kind of a power freak. Like to be in control, and he dominates Lori in a wild and erotic way.

Tango Petit. Ex-marine, buff and burly. Dog-lover and of course warm-hearted. He's a bit bull-headed but eager to do what's right. He's actually really a sensitive type and gifted pianist. Go figure.

OK, SO I FEEL BETTER. They are not all alike. I'm getting to know a new man and worried he was a recreation of the others. His name is Gavin Guevara. He's hot stuff and an artist, fit as a fiddle as he earns a modest living delivering packages on his bike.

Stay tuned for Gavin and Yarrow in Crescendo. Coming soon to a theater near you :)

NEW RELEASE!

Annalee Wells is innately programmed to keep a constant rhythm. She’d been a competitive drummer in college and it was the best time of her life. She high-stepped through her university years and planned a bright future in veterinary medicine. Her future veered off course when her father was stricken ill. She went home to help him die and her rhythm has been off ever since.

When a fun-loving golden retriever enters her pet-grooming salon with a handsome man on the other end of the leash, her heart plays a forgotten cadence. She’s immediately smitten with the dog, and a little star struck when she learns that her new client, Tango, is the drum major for the best drum and bugle corps in the Midwest. When he asks her to join the notably all-male group, she’s blown away.

Is this the very thing that will bring the heartbeat back to her life? She’d let go of all her dreams when her dad died. Maybe Tango and the Blue Devil’s drums could bring them back.

New Cover!

Coming from Whiskey Creek Press in February 20100

NEWS!!!

Good news is dripping from the ceiling! I've got a new contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid for a novelette titled DRAGONFLY DANCE. Cover images are swimming in my head. No wait...those are moths! More later...

Guest blogging!

Hi all! Wonderful author Paige Tyler has graciously given me space at her blog. Come say hi!

http://nicennaughtyauthors.blogspot.com/2010/10/guest-author-gemini-judson.html

I am at fiddle camp today but I will pop on over from T to T.

Later!

A Bit Drafty

In HOME TO HAWK RIDGE, Steve Rider is a teamster. He's a logger and uses a team of horses to harvest trees. This is big business in some parts of the country. It's a low impact alternative to clear cutting. We used a team when we just wanted a few big trees removed from our property, but didn't want someone to come in and chew up the forest with a big machine.

In my story, Steve's favorite mare is a Percheron. Beautiful Beth, a shining black beauty. Percherons are a draft breed, like the familiar Clydesdales and Belgians. They are also called plow horses, but that phrase conjures up an unfair clumsy image. Does the horse in the photo look clumsy to you? But they certainly are work horses. I'm amazed by their strength and willingness to cooperate with insignificant fleas like us.

Steve handles his team with the ease of an eight-year-old girl handling her bicycle. He's done it all his life. He knows horses and he knows trees. In my story, he's about to get to know a bit of magic.