Erin Rose

  Saw this little gem on Tumblr and it really got me thinking.  I’m feeling this very much right now. There’s one big finish just have to trade out the names and do a few minor final edits. But, why am I dragging my ass so much on it? Not sure. Another book has huge chunks written and just needs to have some spaces filled. Finishing these would be monumental but yet, I can’t seem to do it. We won’t even discuss the 100′s of partially finished drafts sitting on my hard drive begging me every day to open them and write. Does. It. Ever. End.

Writing Status Update: In case you missed the memo , the project I've been working on has been put on hold for the month of November. And, this new project is now sitting at 5,012 words. And just like that... day one is complete. 29 more to go.

Every November since 2009 I have participated in NaNoWriMo...  Some projects I finish.  Some get shelved. None of them have been published, except this one.  Four years ago. It was the last book I published. The other 2 parts in the trilogy sit there, pestering me. Daily. This book changed me somehow and gave me the longest-running writer's block in years.  Until a few months back when I started a new writing project that I cranked out in record time. Today, I shelve that project to start something I've been knocking around since last fall. The outline has been written. The bits and pieces I have jotted down for the last year are being placed within the outline today.  November, I already hate you, but the challenge has been accepted. Let's see if I can finish this project. And who knows, maybe I'll actually publish 2 books instead of one in the next few months. We shall see.

Writing Status Update: Meh. That is all. But seriously. I'm just here, trying to get the name swapped out and the next thing I know, I am rewriting whole chapters. Cause, fuck you that's why. 😂🤣 Chapter 5 almost done. 5 more to go.  NaNoWriMo starts in 3 days so this project will be shelved for the month of November so I can work on something else. Unless, I quit. Which, at this rate, is very well possible.

Writing Status Update: It's been a hot minute since there's been any new news on the latest book. I'll be honest, I haven't felt much like dealing with it recently.  And now the realization has set in that it's almost Nov. 1 which means NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. So I need to hustle and get these changes made in this book so that I can bust my ass in November for the umpteenth year in a row and crank out thousands and thousands of words in 30 days.  Also, the book still has no title and soon I'll be putting a call out for beta readers, so at least there's that to look forward to.

Writing Status Update:  When you still aren't settled with the main character's names, have a breakdown about unrelated things, have a 2.5hr phone call, and have a name breakthrough... I am now 1/3 of the way through the name & pronoun changes.

  WIP I can't do this. I can't sit here and be okay with telling you goodbye. Goodbye always seemed so final and I don't want this to be final. It can't be the ending. Not here, not now. ~ Erin Rose

  Writing Status Update:  When you decide you don't like the names you picked out for your main characters and now you have to start all over.

  WIP There are no safe words here... Is this going to be a problem for you? ~ Erin Rose

  I'm waiting, watching, seeing, learning. Your scent, it lingers. I'm patient. I'll wait. ~ Erin Rose work in process 

  .... simply needed to take that breath she was holding on to. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  .... The only cure is the taste of you. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  You didn't even stick around to watch me burn. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  ..there would be no turning back. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

Writing Status Update: Main character names have been chosen.  New round of editing begins. & to think of titles. 

  Those eyes, they cast a spell on me............. ~ Erin Rose Work in process 

  Silly boy.... ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  She ran her fingers across my soul and hit places her words never touched. ~Erin Rose Work in process. 

Killer...... Erin Rose. Work in process.   

  She smiled at him...... ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

Writing Status Update:  When you write an entire book without your two main characters having a name....  Oh yes, I just did that. FYI... books been written. Scenes all filled in. I DID THE DAMN THING. Now, to come up with some names.

Writing Status Update:  Sitting at 14,719 words, 3 rounds of edits.... Trying to get back in the headspace to crank out the rest of these words and these fairly important scenes.....

  Love, she thought ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  ... I can't do this.... ~ Erin Rose 🖤

  "I guess it was just a dream because now I don't see you at all." ~ Erin Rose 🖤

..I probably am. ~ Erin Rose 🖤

  ... she circled him, too ... ~ Erin Rose 🖤

  ....like some silly little nickname... ~ Erin Rose 🖤

  "If I could have made those nights last a thousand nights more, I would have fought for you a little harder." ~ Erin Rose 🖤

  "The waves came crashing in with a force so powerful that neither of them could catch their breath." ~Erin Rose 🖤

  My Dear Raven...... My original words.....  See the original post for the story behind these words.

  "She caught his glance....He was more awake than ever." ~ Erin Rose 🖤

NARRATOPHILLA: A fetish for dirty talk, sex stories, or having conversations about sex. 🖤

"Fuck you and your damn 'good girl' shit," she wanted to yell at him. ~Erin Rose

the scent... her breath...quickens. Nose. Twitches. Heartbeat. Rapid. I'm sure we've met, haven't we? Another time. Another space. I would recognize that scent anywhere. ~Erin Rose. 🖤

Sometimes we lose people just to find them again. Sometimes the second time just makes more sense. Honestly, that timing in life has a lot to do with everything. Sometimes, you just aren't ready for each other yet, and that's okay. Now you are. Make it magical, make it amazing, and appreciate every moment. ~ Erin Rose 🖤

'I see you.' He would say to her. Damn right you do. 😉 ~ Erin Rose 🖤

She folded up that letter as tears streamed down her face, wondering how she managed to keep it's pages dry. She must have read that letter a 1000 times and each time it was like she had never read them before. ~ Erin Rose 🖤

It's your story. You're free to yell "Plot Twist" whenever you want. ~Erin Rose 🖤

"F*ck you and your damn 'good girl' shit," she wanted to yell at him. ~Erin Rose 🖤

"...the only glare to ever pierce into the depths of my soul so deep I stuttered my own name ..."" ~Erin Rose. 🖤

 It’s a word I’ve heard a million times before but it never held meaning until Him. Words. Words I had written about him before. Those. Those have always had meaning, but nothing like the ones I am about to crank out now.  ~ Erin Rose 🖤

It's your story. You're free to yell "Plot Twist" whenever you want. ~Erin Rose 🖤

“He never called me by my name. That was too easy, too simple & there was nothing simple about him. ~Erin Rose 🖤

I'll leave breadcrumbs and hope you follow. ~ Erin Rose 🖤

"Everything came out of nowhere. The beat dropped and she couldn't look away. She was hooked. Thud thump. Thud thump." ~ Erin Rose

“Was it worth it?” He asked, the ice clinking against his glass. She paused a moment before replying “Was what worth it?” “Opening that door again.” His voice rasped as he took another sip. “Having that door opened knowing that any moment Pandora’s Box was going to bring you to your knees.” ~ Erin Rose

Page 1: Dedications To anyone who thinks I am writing about them, I might be. ~ Erin Rose

I'm currently holding at 14,145 words. Still not done but I've hit that wall of not knowing where to go/where I should go with a few scenes...SOOOOOOOOO .. it's time for me to walk away for a bit and hand it over to my editor to work her magic.  So thankful for this woman who has been at my side for 13 years. She knows my voice. She knows my style. She knows how I write. And she knows what to do when I get stuck.... cheers to breaking the 4-year publishing block. Cheers to breaking through some massive writer's block while I'm at it.

“Just let me be sad,” she told him. “Just let me process and then I’ll be okay. Can’t you just let me do that?” She crossed the room and stared blankly out the window as the raindrops pelted against the pane. ~ Erin Rose

"And today, today of all days is the day I hate it to my core, to the bottomless depths of my soul." ~Erin Rose 🖤

At that moment the voices in my head fell silent as one word fumbled past my lips. “F*ck.” “~ Erin Rose