Meet Sawyer - What Do You Think?

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Yesterday was all about hero's and in the comment section we were to give a favorite hero name, what they look like, and what makes them who they are. Why would we as readers like him.

The name Sawyer immediately came to mind. I pictured him much like Hugh Jackman and then it was time to write what made him the way he was. This was a bit tougher since I wasn't writing about a hero's in any of my books. So to my trusty word doc I went.

Before I knew what was happening Sawyer just sort of entered the scene and took over. Without further ado, I give you Sawyer (last name unknown and I think he sort of likes it that way for now. No worries, I've already told him if he ends up in one of my books he'll have to give me everything.)

“Sawyer’s, well he’s –”

“I’ve got this.” Sawyer winked and turned to face the readers.

He rolled his neck from side to side and pulled his shoulders back, knowing the black muscle shirt left little to wonder about his abs. The dimple on the left side of his face deepened as he watched the readers eyes travel the length of his body before coming back to his face with appreciative smiles.

“Ladies, I’m the one your mothers told you to watch out for.”

An almost audible gasp was heard across the land of blog.

He smiled, apparently enjoying himself.

“What Vicki’s having trouble telling you is I’m not really your hero. I’m not in it for the long haul. While I can promise you a night you will never forget and who knows, maybe a week or two which will surely give you memories of a lifetime. After that, I’m not staying around. I never do.”

The faces in the crowded blog were a mixture of bad boy desire to anger.

“Um, Sawyer, you’re not doing such a great job being a hero here.” Vicki said. “Tell them the truth.”

“You want me to tell them?” Cold hard dreaded coiled through his body and landed in the pit of his stomach. “Won’t that mess up your happily ever after?”

“Yeah, not so much, I’m the author, trust me I can make it work. Tell them.”

Sawyer took a deep breath and measured his words. Even though he liked Vicki, she was a woman and while it was true she could write him anyway she chose, he didn’t like for anyone to have control over him or what he did.

After another few seconds went by he decided, what the hell, if I don’t like what she writes I can always freeze up on her. “The truth is I don’t trust people. Women in particular. My mother left us when I was five and never looked back. My father was too caught up in his own world to realize I thought it was my fault.”

He looked to Vicki, her eyebrows raised and she tilted her head with her signature ‘really’ popping into his mind. All of it, he mouthed. Surely she couldn’t want him to tell the next part, but as she nodded he realized he should have never come today. He should have given her writer’s block and walked away.

“Fine,” Sawyer grounded out between his teeth. “Here’s the deal. I was in love. Once. She was everything I thought I wanted. Beautiful, sophisticated, on the fast track to huge success as a model who traveled around the world. Heads turned when we were together and when we were alone, well let’s just leave it at it was magic. We had it all. Or so I thought until the day I decided to surprise her and show up at the flat she was renting in London while on location. Apparently, she had it all with another man as well. And had no trouble telling me he was better than me in every way.”

Not a sound could be heard in all of blog land, but the ones whose eyes had been filled with anger were a bit softer.

“Don’t go feeling sorry for me. I lived through it and decided to hell with all women. I’d date them, make love to them, and send them on their way. I didn’t want or need to feel anything more than sex with any of them ever again.” Sawyer turned a sheepish grin towards Vicki. “That is until my author decided to introduce me to the heroine. I should have known something was wrong when the woman flat out refused to go out with me and threatened to call the sheriff if I didn’t move my fence off of her grandfather’s property. Pitiful property it is and what did six inches matter. It wasn’t like that small amount of space was going to keep her from doing anything."

“So there you have it. I’m a bad boy through and through, my heart hardened to love. Or at least I was until a few weeks ago, but now I’m dreaming about a country girl who’d rather muck out a stable than have a glass of wine with me.”

Well, what do you think of Sawyer? Think he has a book in him? Or is this a hero's journey you'd rather not read about.

xoxoxo,
Vicki

Chocolate Bunny Highs and the Newsletter Contest Winner

It’s time for a ramble from V. Way busy weekend and sitting down to write the blog, vision of…well, read on, you’ll get it. :)

Oh yeah, chocolate bunny’s galore for Easter. They come in all shapes and sizes. Some drive little sporty cars, while others smile demurely, holding a painted flower bouquet.

They still melt in your mouth and give you that close your eyes, mmmm sigh.

Being writer’s its only natural for us to gravitate toward to the chocolate bunnies. We really do eat chocolate. :) No matter how hard we try, we find ourselves winding through the isle with thoughts of, I’ll just look real quick. Or I’ve got to make the baskets, why not pick up one extra bunny. Have you seen the one with the really really long ears? Chocolate goodness to savor for days.

Which made me think about our hero’s. They come from different walks of life, some drive sporty cars, some ride horses, some are surgeons…Okay, sounds like doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief, from back in the childhood days.

The thing is no matter what they look like, what they drive, or what they do for a living, there is one common thread.

They’re all yummy. Maybe he’s not in the beginning or maybe he is right from the start. Either way, by the time you finish the book, you’ve hopefully had lots of mmmm and sigh moments with your hero. He’s the yummy.

Now, for the winner of the first quarterly VLN newsletter contest. The one that’s only for those subscribed to the newsletter.

Munk!! Please choose your choice of any one of the books on the list from the contest. The delivery is subject to release date. Email you’re info to vickilanewrites@yahoo.com and/or LaurieKap@yahoo.com

Writing Wishes and Plotting Dreams,
Vicki