Rhea Regale

Erotic Romance Author

Taking in the Town

Now with Wild Nights out, both in e-format and in print (Amazon and Barnes and Noble), I can refocus my attentions on important things:  Finishing the third BML book. 

But first, I’m enjoying the lovely weather we’re experiencing here in Florida.  Most of my day I spend in front of the computer that I can easily forget there’s a sun in the sky and…oh!…birds do sing!  And what is that soft, sweet scent that slips through my open window?  Ahh, the roses in my backyard. 

It’s important to take a break and enjoy what is around you.  This applying to any occupation, not just writing.  As a writer, I rely on the outside world for ideas, and with the growth of online access to make research easier, I sometimes forget that the best results can be found just beyond my writing world.  Outside. 

I know the way the fast-paced life rolls.  Trust me.  I used to live in the center of the rat race (the Tri-State area definitely qualifies as a major hub of racing rats).  I always found it easy to lose myself in the routine of rushing from Point A to Point B while I’m trying to beat the clock to get to Point C, D, and E before I can finally relax.  By relax, I mean come home to write.  That was my release from the stresses of the day.  Through written word and unknown worlds.  Even after relocating to the laid-back Sunshine State, my eyes are constantly on the clock.  I fear it’s a habit that intends to die hard.  Rock solid, steel-clad armor fighting hard.

I’ve noticed my lack of attention to things around me lately.  I am one of those people who rarely miss anything.  I’m always looking around, observing, studying.  My writer’s mind at work.  I pay attention to the details.  What does the air smell like?  How does foggy weather feel on my skin (since we all know what it does to hair)?  How does the wind sound as it moves through trees?  What does rain smell like?  Roses?  Fresh cut grass?  The smallest details, from how a beetle sounds as it skitters across a tile floor to the scraping of bird nails on a tree branch if it’s absolutely silent, are what brings a story to life.  Those tiny, itsy bitsy details woven into a story properly is what draws the readers in.  We all know that wind blows and fog makes visibility difficult.  We all know roses smell like roses and fresh-cut grass smells, well, like fresh-cut grass. 

Pick it all apart to the smallest atom and you have fine details.  In addition to being an observer, I’m also a person who back-tracks along the path of how an object/idea/item came to be.  I like to know what makes something tick or what the intricacies of something are.  Why does a wrench click?  What ingredients are combined to create that amazing fish dish?  And where do those ingredients come from? 

In a way, writing can be like eating a delectable meal.  There are layers upon layers of flavors and textures that ultimately make your mouth water-or not-and make you go “Mmmm” with satisfied delight-or not.  Stories are just like that, layered with the smallest of ingredients that come together and tell and intriguing tale.  It’s important to take in your surrounds at all times, enjoy what you have while you have it.  This doesn’t necessarily need to be for writers only.  Just imagine what your kids, grandkids, great-grandkids would think if you added a dash of this and a pinch of that to the stories you pass down from generation to generation.  You are giving them a setting, a place, a feel, and drawing them into your life as you knew it during your story.  Details are the key to making it real. 

So, my advice for life.  Take the time to stop and smell the roses (and as cliché as that might be, it’s true).  Take five minutes, stand outside-as long as there are no thunderstorms, hail storms, tornadoes, blizzards, you get the picture, lol-close your eyes and open your senses.  Your mind.  Draw in everything you can.  Try to decipher the things around you, how they make you feel, what they do to you.  Tap into your deeper self and revel in that which is often taken for granted. 

Ah, yes.  I am suffering from a bout of early spring fever, and I just love it 🙂



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