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Monday, May 28, 2012

Miss me?

My goodness, here we are at the end of May and I’m just now posting again. Well, I have been busy. I have another book coming out under a different name due to the fact that it’s a VERY adult romance. It is not, and I repeat NOT, for anyone under the age of eighteen. It is rather good though, if I do say so myself. It started as something different (how many times do we say that as writers? LoL) than it ended up being. It originated as a love story, following the emotional growth of a woman who put her career before everything as so many do these days.

I see it all the time. Women put everything into becoming this independent being, only to wake up and realize that’s not at all what they really crave deep down. Okay, I’m sure I’ll get berated for this, but God made us all a certain way. That whole ‘biological clock’ thing, isn’t just a saying. We were made to love, made to nurture. I feel that when they look back at our society in a thousand years and ponder why we fell, just as we do the Romans and the Egyptians, it will be because women had to start working. Now hold on, before you go all women’s lib on me. I didn’t say that we shouldn’t have the right to work, of course we should. But that’s not what happened. Somewhere down the road women fought for the right to vote, the right to work, and boy, did we get it…along with everything else we had the ‘right’ to do, like raise the kids and clean the house and cook the food and…um hum, you get the point. It’s not like there was some legal fair contract between the genders stating – “and now whereas the female gender shall enter the workforce, the male gender shall agree to absorb fifty (50) percent of all original tasks deemed the responsibility of the female…” or something like that. Nope, we got it all, baby. So anywho-

The story follows a woman who put everything on hold for her career and it had consumed her until her life seemed to be one never-ending day of wake, work, and repeat. Then, one day, something happens and she gets the chance to learn what it means to love and to give yourself to someone completely. (And maybe there is a whole bunch of booty along the way, not that that’s neither here nor there.) I like the way it ends. It’s just one story, no more than 35K words, so I’m sure most of you could read it in a day or two. It comes out 6/1 from my publisher’s sister company, eXtasy Books, which has actually been getting a lot of press lately (
http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2012/05/21/digital-media-brings-womens-erotica-out-of-the-closet/ ) so I hope to have some success with this whole alter ego bit. We shall see. Anywho – if you’re interested and OVER 18, you can head on over to eXtasy’s site and pick up your copy 6/1. http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product/product&author_id=955&product_id=3588

Needless to say, that’s kept me pretty busy. I know I said I was going to work on LL&L but well, something came up. Her name is Lea and she won’t hush so she comes first. Her voice is enough to drown out all the others so she deserves to have her story told first. I have no idea what kind of book this is, I know that’s awful, but there are so many elements involved, I just can’t nail down a specific genera. She’s over 18 so it’s not YA, she’s still young and there isn’t enough booty so it’s not erotica, there are too many fantastical elements to be chick lit and too many chick lit elements to be fantasy…I don’t know. I just know that for once, I actually know how everything will end up (duh, because she told me) and take it from me = it is a much faster process if you start a story knowing where it will end up. Now, that’s not to say my path won’t veer because it already has, but the destination will be the same.
Want a hint? Well, here you go. But shhhhhhhhhhh, for the love of all that is holy, let’s just keep this between us, shall we?


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Sunday, April 15, 2012

New Clothes and a New Attitude

Yesterday I got some new clothes to go with my new job at work. Actually, I just stood in the dressing room while my very fashion-forward husband brought me various items. He bought me; one pair of pants, one pair of short pants, a skirt, five shirts, three necklaces, one belt and one pair of shoes. I hate shopping. Always have. My mom (AKA Super Shopper) would beg me to go with her when I was a kid and I’d refuse because she had to look at everything, touch everything, drag me from one end of town to the other - no thanks. I’d rather stay home and read. I’m not good at shopping, either. I never know what goes together or what will look good. My husband can bring me something that I would have passed by because of the way it looks on the hanger and it looks amazing on me.

Armed with these new clothes, I intend to reinvent myself at work. I want to put as much space between ‘Admin Christy’ and ‘Proposal Writer Christy’ as I can. I’ve got a new desk, new title, new clothes and a new attitude. I’m a Jumper, which is a term I’m familiar with coming from a route-based industry. I go where the need is. Currently I’m working on 13 healthcare (school therapy) staffing proposals, two IT staffing proposals and one document for a current client regarding my company’s services and ways to add value while saving money. Yes, that is high volume. I like to be busy and I like to feel like I’m contributing. Things have changed so much and I’m so happy there. I’m all in and ready for the long haul with our current management team. Now…let’s just all pray I don’t screw up. I’m waiting on the edits for my new big girl book. June 1 2012 is my release date. I’m excited to get through the edits and start something else which is going to be *DRUM ROLL PLEASE* The Lady, The Lake and The Locket (herein referred to as LLL). I’m 30K in and will take a good look at everything I have, outline again and start with fresh eyes.

So, in a nutshell, life couldn’t be better. Hope she’s being kind to you as well.
Love, Christy
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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Proud of Me

After eight years, four bosses, two buildings and one merger, I’m finally a fully fledged proposal writer at my day job. I started as a coordinator to a group of six proposal writers, running an MS Access project database, filing content in humongous word documents. Now we use web-based software to track projects and content, have process and work with so many branches I can’t even count them all. Most of us are assigned to a specific brand but I’m a jumper. What that means is I’m the most tenured person on the team and know more about our core brands than most so I work on all of them. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t disappointed that I wasn’t assigned to our healthcare brand, I feel like my writing style fits best with them, but I like the stimulation that comes from working outside the monotony. I am a Gemini after all.

It was never announced, this HUGE accomplishment and milestone in my life. I’m still not quite sure why, no one wants to fess up to making the decision not to. I almost gave up on the whole thing but thankfully my friend, Alissa stepped in to make sure I was acknowledged. She’s that friend. You know, the one who always looks out for you, remembers you on your birthday, changes your life with her kind words and compassionate blue eyes. I’m lucky to have her in my life. Anyway – my new boss, who I love, love, love, is finally going to announce this in our meeting on Monday morning. I just don’t think they get it, you know. They all have degrees and came in as proposal writers and well, most of them aren’t really ‘writers’ per se, or that is, they don’t aspire to write for a living. I do. And now I am. And well, that’s a big deal for me. Huge. You can understand why it hurt my feelings that no one felt the need to acknowledge that. In fact, I was told on February 21st that HR changed my title and there was no need to announce anything by my old boss. I’ve been picking up the pieces of my broken heart/pride since that day. They’re together but could fall at any moment. I’m pretty sure that the announcement on Monday will be the glue to hold them into place. It would be nice to tell our entire Marketing department but I guess just our department will do.

Aside from all of that, I’m waiting on the edits for Timeless Love, which for those of you keeping track, will be my 5th published novel. Between that and my new title at work, I’m going to take a moment and be proud of myself. No matter how others react, no matter if my mother refuses to acknowledge writing as a career, or colleagues at work still look at me as an admin, or my husband has never even read one of my novels, I am proud of myself. At the end of the day, that’s all that matters.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Once Upon a Twilight!: Book Review: True North by Christy Trujillo + Give...

Once Upon a Twilight!: Book Review: True North by Christy Trujillo + Give...: True North Author: Christy Trujillo Reading Level: YA Genre: Paranormal Romance Released: October 1st 2011 Review Source: Author Availa...
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Friday, February 17, 2012

Running with Abandon

I’m usually a planner. I like to know what’s going on, when, where, how… you get the point. I tend to think about something before I do it. ‘If I do X, then Y may happen, and if so, Z…but what if I do Z and Y happens? Then I’ll say X’ and so forth and so on. It is rare that I charge into a situation without a plan.

It’s happened twice in my life. Once was the night that two dogs attacked my cat, Gracie. I was sitting in the front room of our old house and heard some commotion. Knowing my kitty was outside, I glanced out the window and saw them fighting. I flew out the door, through the yard, across the street, and into the neighbor’s yard in nothing but a t-shirt and some undies. Looking back that was pretty stupid for a plethora of reasons. I could have cut my feet on something in the road or hidden in the grass. The dogs could have turned on me, or worst of all, some people could have seen just what Victoria’s secret was all about. But I didn’t think about any of that at the time. I just thought about my kitty who needed me. I’m sorry to say that she died two days later from her injuries. But I tried.

The next time that I literally went charging in was just a few days ago. The alligator that lives in our pond was heading right for the ducks that live in our pond and well, I wasn’t interested in hosting some National Geographic episode in my backyard. I ran toward all of them, totally prepared to throw myself into the water if the ducks didn’t fly away, which fortunately, they did. I don’t think I even need to point out all of the reasons why that was a bad idea.

Now while I am in agreement that these were both really careless ways to behave, I can’t help but yearn for that feeling of complete and total abandon. Looking only ahead, plowing forward at full-steam, tunnel vision for your goal and your goal alone. To be free of society’s expectations, life’s worries and heartaches would take away the fear that holds all of us back. While I can’t live like that, I can sure as hell write like that. And I will. Using adverbs as I please, starting and ending sentences with prepositions, and going crazy with the dialogue because that’s what’s really in my heart.

In memory of Gracie Trujillo
2008-2009
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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Expendable



My friend Monique went to a psychic, the same one who told me my books would be published as a matter of fact, and she was told that she ‘wasn’t from here.’ As in, this was her first time on this earth. Sometimes, I feel like that. Like, I don’t belong here. There are days when I feel like my soul is the pocket of a comfy coat with a hole in it. Nice and together on the outside, incomplete and inherently flawed on the inside. I daydream about being stopped on the street by a psychic and them saying, ‘Hey, this dream you have…don’t give up. This writing thing, it’s for real.” But who knows, maybe that’s not the case and maybe I have nothing to say that’s worth being said.

If you hold your hands in a tight fist in front of your body you will see the mind and soul of the majority of the population. Safe, secure, generally together. And the best part is that this is fine for them. They don’t need and/or want anything more. Now, untangle your hands and pull them back into a large circle, stretching your fingers as wide as they’ll go. That’s me. I’m…more. Everything is more for me. I feel more, see more, love more, hate more, hurt more, and want more. I want enough hours in the day to write proposals, be a mom and a wife, and still have time to be me. As it is, one of those will have to go. Guess who the only expendable one on that list is? Yep. Me.
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Monday, January 16, 2012

Blogfest Contest with Agent Ammi-Joan Paquette!

Title: FireFlys
Genre: YA Paranormal
Word Count: 65,000


Pitch: I knew that losing my dad and moving to MiddleOfNowhere, GA would change my life. What I didn't know was how much it would change my heart.


I often think of that summer. When the sun hits the trees just right or the sound of a whippoorwill floats to me on an evening breeze, the memories come flooding back like the Saint Mary’s river after a hard rain. Even after all these years, now that I have children of my own, my memories of those long, hot days are more vivid and clear than they should be. I think they’ll always be with me, reverberating in every movement I make and for that, I am glad.

It’s time to share my story, that’s why I’m writing it down now. Maybe I’ll read it to my girls; maybe I’ll just save it for my own eyes on nights when I can’t sleep. Either way, I’ve started. And there’s no turning back now. Is this a true story? I’ll leave that for you to decide but I can tell you this; it is, without doubt, the story of the summer that I lost my dad and somehow, managed to find myself.
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