AS THE SUN SHIMMERS OVER THE FRESH FLOWERS…
By Cassandre Dayne
There is nothing more exciting to me than to me than the moment I see finches nibbling on my freshly filled bird containers. Their bright canary colored coats remind me that it’s in the early stages of spring. The days are longer and a touch warmer and the lovely fragrances fill the air. It’s also my favorite time to write. Being able to sit out on my deck as the light breezes waft across me while my dogs play in the freshly cut grass couldn’t be any sweeter. I create my little worlds of fantasies and imagine my characters in the most stunning locations enjoying the warmth and the beauty surrounding them.
We are very lucky with technology in that we are able to take our laptops outside and listen to music, write, send emails, use Skype and perform all needed tasks without going indoors. That is unless you would like a frosty beverage. I am most productive outdoors for some reason and as early spring turns into summer, I spend the majority of my weekends enjoying the soft breezes and the sounds of nature. The one aspect I truly love about being a writer is the ability to take it with you anywhere.
As I sit here gazing out my beautiful bay window, the last tiny snow has just hit Virginia, covering the ground. For some reason, I have been more productive today than usual penning four blogs and developing three story lines.
I also tend to garner a lot of fresh ideas for story lines in the springtime. There is something about looking at my beautiful blooming azaleas and baby pink dogwoods that give me character and story ideas. I tend to write down all my thoughts, craft a basic summary and then turn the sexiest ones into special scenes in my mind. When the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, I start thinking about saucing up the scene. What does that mean?
I like to make sure the scenery fits the piece. Isn’t it delicious being a writer and having a wicked imagination? I love creating characters and penning ideas that seen farfetched or perhaps filled with a touch of fear. I feel very lucky as I write in several genres including paranormal, campy murder mystery and erotic romance. While being able to switch gears is tasty indeed, every story has some of the same elements from plot and character development to setting the scene and what I relish in doing is setting that kind of scene that hopefully draws you into the location and sizzles your senses.
Whether I write about a wicked tryst in the castle-like hotel nestled on the sandy beaches of St. Maartin or in a smoky club, meant for men only, I try and set the scene, allowing the reader to see, feel and taste what is happening. Writers can do that in several ways including vivid descriptions of the studly hunk that strolled into the darkened bar, sending a hungry gaze across the room at the stunning redhead who eyed him casually. Of course being able to conceptualize the taste of a succulent treat is wonderful, but can be tricky.
She licked a long line down the length of the French vanilla ice cream cone, capturing the single bead that trickled down to her chin as she watched the way his eyes cast a smoky gaze down the length of her body. He was telling her one thing.
He was going to ravage her body that night.
Granted, the concept is to show the reader his blatant desire for the woman, but didn’t you think about a creamy taste of ice cream at that moment as well? The wonderful thing about being a writer is that we don’t have to “go” to our location of choice physically. The internet is a wonderful creature, allowing us to virtually travel to any destination learning about the culture, the layout of the land, the food and even learning the dialect. I have penned many a story using the outdoors as a main backdrop and what a better way to have that passionate feeling that being outside, smelling the fresh hint of rain and the flowers as they just start to bloom.
I try and make sure my characters enjoy every facet of their senses so you as a reader are drawn into their worlds in every way. Here is a taste of Revving Her Wild Engines and a slice of spring.
Wind whipped around them, enveloping them, caressing Stephanie’s over sensitized skin and forcing goose bumps across her flushed neck and arms. She held David tightly and enjoyed the wild ride.
It seemed they’d been traveling mere moments when David slowed down. Opening her eyes, Stephanie realized that only her best friend knew where she was and somehow that fueled her excitement. God, she was crazy.
David roared down a side street and the slight hint of salty air scattered across her senses. She was amazed that he remembered how much she loved the beach. That had been only one little secret she had told him. A lush tropical location was the only place that seemed to sooth her savage beasts. She smiled as he glided down several almost deserted streets until they reached an area that had zero traffic and no buildings. David left the pavement for a barely one lane, packed dirt path. He glanced back as if wanting to make sure she was okay.
In fascination, Stephanie appreciated her surroundings as they traveled at least a mile down the road through scattered trees that hovered in an overhead canopy. Every part of her body tingled in anticipation. She could see a clearing ahead. The crystal blue sky and golden rings of sun sent shimmering streams of light through the swaying trees.
Gliding into the opening, David eased the bike to a stop under a bank of trees, next to a sloping knoll of grass. As he turned off the motor, he remained sitting, allowing her to take in the intense view.
As you can see, I love the taste of the season. I hope this finds you sitting outside reading and enjoying your lovely part of the world. I’d love to hear from you anytime!