Synithia Williams

I’m Publishing My First Novel!

Last Monday I was in the midst of a nervous breakdown. Okay, more like a self-induced anxiety attack. I was looking at my calendar, counting weeks and driving my husband insane. Why was I such a freakazoid? Because it was nearing six weeks since I’d queried Crimson Romance. The rational part of my brain said it wasn’t a very long time and to be patient. The other part of my brain kept saying they’re going to reject you. I finally calmed myself down, did the wife and mother thing, I think I even worked out before settling  in for my usual 9 p.m. writing time. I flip on my lap top for a quick email check and what do I see: “We enjoyed You Can’t Plan Love and we’d love to have it for Crimson!” Read more of this post

A Series is Born

As I wrote my novel You Can’t Plan Love, it wasn’t with the plan to develop a series. But, as what often happens when I write, the characters began taking a life of their own. As I completed the story I realized a few of the characters had other things going on in their lives which needed addressing. So, as I worked through the revisions of Malcolm and Kenyatta’s story, I began writing Malcolm’s brother Jared’s story. I must say a part of me enjoyed watching Jared’s journey more than Malcolm’s. He had more to overcome before he could accept love. Right now his story is with a critique partner. Read more of this post

A Method Writer

I’ve wanted to blog about my writing style for a while, but never knew how to describe it. Low and behold, the March edition of Romance Writer’s Report hit the proverbial nail on the head. When I read Adele Dubois’ article Infuse Your Book with Emotion: The Method I had one of those “this is it” moments. I am a method writer.

In the article Ms. Dubois defines method writing. In my words, it’s a play on method acting, where you live the part of the character. It goes beyond just writing about how your characters feel, or showing what they’re doing, to actually feeling what your characters feel and doing what they do. Read more of this post

Second Campaigner Challenge #writecampaign

Oh…my…goodness! This campaigner challenge was a doozy. I almost didn’t participate. I wasn’t sure if I could actually do it, but I did. So below I’ve listed the five (count them five) prompts. One a written prompt, the other four picture prompts. If I didn’t hit all the challenge requirements I still think I did a darn good job. Check it out. Read more of this post

Campaigner Challenge #writecampaign

It’s my first Campaigner Challenge! The task: write a short story/flash fiction in 200 words or less. Begin with the words “Shadows crept across the wall”. For an extra challenge end with “everything faded”, use the word orange, write in your normal genre (romance) and make the story exactly 200 words.

Shadows crept across the wall. The smell of gardenia—my favorite flower—floated on the ocean breeze as it lifted the curtains. He’d planted them after our split. I stretched and indulged in the soreness that came with an afternoon of lovemaking. Tomorrow I might regret today’s decision. But, it took three years to get this glorious afternoon, I wouldn’t spoil it by thinking of the consequences.

I rolled over expecting to see him, but the bed was empty. My heart beat frantically as I sat up. My eyes scanned the room looking for any trace of him. His clothes, haphazardly thrown across the room before, were missing. Mine folded neatly on a chair. Pain constricted my chest and tears burned my eyes. Memories of a similar scene hit me: waking up alone, the only reminder of him a cryptic note saying our lovemaking was a mistake.

This couldn’t be happening. After everything it took to get here, could he leave me so callously yet again?

The door opened. My breath caught then released in a rush. He stood there smiling, eating an orange. He walked over, bent and kissed me. Tomorrow didn’t matter. When we were together everything faded.

So what do you think?