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She’s a shy researcher obsessed with muscles. She even has a muscle car. He’s the bad boy rock star of the architectural world, perfectly content with his bachelor status, but his tattoo artist sister has other ideas, and when she decides to play matchmaker, sparks fly.
Him… Danny was in love. Again. So, she thought everyone else, meaning me, should be, too. What she didn’t appreciate was that I was already living my dream: no drama, no mess. My life was just the way I wanted it; orderly. I liked my shit organized. I lived alone just so I could have things my way. If I wanted company, I’d go to the corner bar.
“And what’s so special about this particular hottie? She’s a hottie, right? Danny?”
“Well… She’s hot in an understated sort of way. She’s quietly hot.”
Shit. She probably had a great personality too.
Her… I hated parties. Crowds always left me slightly off balance and inevitably, I drew the attention of creepiest, most annoying guy there. Once caught, I could never shake them. By the end of the night I’d be nauseous, my head hurt, and I was a nervous wreck. But Danny wouldn’t take no for an answer, or as she put it, giving me her best death stare. “You might as well give in gracefully chica, because I’m not to be denied.” I gave in gracefully.
I was already backed as far as I could go without falling into the bushes. “Please leave me alone.” I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. I never knew what to do when guys like this cornered me, so I froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I cringed when he brushed a nonexistent hair from my cheek. Ew…
“Excuse me, I know you’re not macking on my girl.” Holy Shit. He was the scariest man I’d ever seen. He was huge. He was bald. He was tattooed. He was a painted Aztec god; all he needed was a bloody altar and some gold jewelry.
Candace Vianna Writes 
First off I would like to say superb blog! I had a quick question in which I’d like to ask if you don’t mind.
I was interested to know how you center yourself and clear your head prior to writing.
I have had trouble clearing my thoughts in getting my
ideas out there. I truly do take pleasure in writing but it
just seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes are usually wasted just trying to figure out
how to begin. Any recommendations or hints? Many thanks!
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Since I’m dysgraphic and have pretty sever ADHD, writing for me, is normally a slow and tortured process. And the type of writing you do has a lot to do with the process you use, so take these suggestions with a grain of salt; there are no absolutes. That being said, below are a some tricks that might help:
For all types of writing:
Have defined goals. Know why you’re writing and what you want to accomplish. Are you selling something? Trying to rally the troops? or just entertain?
Do your homework.. make sure all the necessary research has been done.
Develop an outline
For articles and shorter works:
Write a summery of what you want to say. (This is good for people who find themselves stuck searching for the perfect word.)
Write the conclusion or closing first. (Works particularly well for persuasive essays)
For novels and stories:
Know your high concept. One or two sentences that capture the essence of the story…
Fill out character sheets, bios, physical traits, personality quirks, hobbies, occupations, conflicts and motivations… . As you figure out who they are, story ideas will pop into your head.
Use mind mapping to brainstorm and see relationships
Describe scenes and settings, or write throw away scenes (but don’t throw them away. You may find future uses for them) just to get your wheels turning.
Develop your world, politics, religions, histories, terrain, critters, cultural views and laws.
Develop background/historical information about events leading up to the story’s beginning.
Find what works for you… And taking 10-15 minutes to find your focus is probably pretty normal.
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