Sui Writes

Category: Writing Life

  • Book Cover Surprise

    Today is Sunday, and as always, most of Sunday mornings, you’ll find me at my desk.  So, today, I’m deep in the mind of Koji from Seiryu Spirit, and sudden inspiration strikes in the form of a book cover.

    I get excited every time my favorite person designs a cover and it matches the story.  So, I have this story we call Hitokiri (The Assassin).  I finished it sometime last year, and I’ve just been sitting on it, not really editing it.  Though I love those characters dearly.  L, who makes most of my covers attacked this morning with the cover for Hitokiri, and now, I feel I need to edit it, turn it into an ebook and that’s just a lot more work, but okay.  I’m for it.

    Hahaha…

    I’ve decided to attack you too with Hitokiri’s cover and hopefully the next little e-book I make. Okay, it’s a definite, I’ve been asked to stop saying hopefully and be definite, so here is the definite next e-book coming your way.

    The Assassin

    May you have an amazing Sunday!

  • Taking a Moment to Breathe

    Being part and parcel of what is now a terrorizing trio with a plus one (Sui’s thinking of getting hitched – he’s the plus one) we’re on a great bender this January.  During sober moments in the week leading up to the new year, you know, those moments when you wonder how much was really achieved during the year.  Then, comes the goals…no, no, no, not calling them goals anymore, they are now ideas. We came up with ideas that every month, we’ll do something amazing together.  Mostly to pull Sui out of writing slumps which have been plaguing her lately.  It happens.

    So, our first idea this January, included taking a trip to the beach, as a trio plus one, as we have never done that before…sigh…the plus one suggested this idea.

    morning diani

    A fantastic idea as this picture speaks all the best parts of taking a trip to hang out at the beach in the early morning.  There is something very religious about watching the sun rise over a mass of water.  Romantic moments are born and the day seems infinitely possible, which I appreciate in spades.

    Diani can be hot, so we spent the morning playing in the water, water skiing, and swimming with gorgeous dolphins.  When we had our fill of this, lunch hour came around and of course, seafood seemed to be the best choice.  Afternoons on a full stomach made lazy-bones out of us and sleep naturally came.

    Later, much later, when the sun slipped over the horizon, we sit around a small bonfire burning marshmallows, tossing a stick at the dog.  We look at each other, and start laughing because it feels like an achievement to simply have a full day spent doing nothing but us.  We are one idea into the year and what a great weekend it has been.
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    I share this story now because sometimes it’s not about doing something to do with work, a business, or even writing in the case of Sui.  She has a list of stories she wants to finish that could stagger a hardworking donkey.  Sometimes, it’s about taking a step back from the list, breathing in and enjoying the beautiful sunrise.  The Plus one has earned his spot in the crew.

    Scot.

  • Sunday Fun- Friends & Lovers

    Sunday Fun- Friends & Lovers

    Sundays are beautiful and bittersweet.  Sunday morning hours are always the best part of the week.  Our morning was rainy today, and I say ‘our’ because the house is  full of people.  Friends and Lovers, staying the weekend, looking for adventure in my corner of the world.

    Spent most of my morning reading, enjoying the sun coming up, with rain mixed in.  The blankets felt warm and the cat snuggled up right in there, it was perfect.  Then the horde woke up, and suddenly it’s a frenzy of making breakfast, brewing coffee, slicing fruits…randy jokes from the Lovers.  Gotta love the lovers, they spice up the morning with kisses.  The rest of us tease them, but they don’t seem to mind it. I love that they’re all in the kitchen, making my day.

    Then it’s out in the garden for all of us.  After a busy week, just sitting outside, enjoying the sun after a refreshing rain and arguing over who is going to cook the turnips for lunch, I feel like this is heaven.

  • Magic Hour

    Magic Hour

    It’s a Thursday morning, sitting at my desk, looking at a work day spent writing. Some four to five hours.  I often work with music on, and as I’m on a great One Ok Rock binge, their song Hard to Love comes on and nostalgia sets in.

    You know they hit the lyrics right when they have your mind wandering on a trip.  This song has me thinking of my Dad.  My Dad remains this great mysterious man in my memory.  I can only imagine what he thought of me, as he died when I was too young to comprehend much about life.  I often imagine he’d have given me advice like in this song when I think of him.

    A hard-working man, who loved his family and did what he could to create a future for us.  This picture is different depending with who you talk to, but for me, it really never changes.  In my memory, he is firmly a super hero who I know I will always look up to.

    Full of nostalgia feels, magic hour takes over as I plan the next part of a story taking shape.  The beauty of fiction is that it can take you places you never expected to be.