No More Editing . . .

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As of April 2018, SML PUBLISHING SERVICES will be no more.

This has and it hasn’t been a difficult decision. Difficult because I won’t be working with my clients anymore, not difficult because WRITING is my one true passion and the direction I’m now going in is the one I’ve been working towards for a long time now.

I’m now in a position where I can focus solely on my own work and marketing it to readers. One thing I’ve had to put on the backburner all these years is marketing, because I simply don’t have time.

Any editing projects I’m already committed to will be honoured, but any new queries I receive from now on will be met with “sorry, I’m not editing anymore”. Neither will I be typesetting or formatting or any of that.

Saying that, I will still be available via email if current clients/fellow authors want to query me for advice.

But that’s it folks!

Writing is my game now, my whole game!

Watch out, because there are so many new titles to come!

Sarah x

 

 

A Deleted Scene from the Sub Rosa Series

Recently, as I was cleaning my laptop, I discovered some deleted scenes! In fact, I discovered many – and many have now been deleted properly!

Scenes get deleted because they don’t move the action forward, or maybe it’s just that they sometimes seem over-indulgent.

Well, I found this one scene that I just want to share – just because. It’s in Cai’s voice and is a monologue of sorts. I’m not sure why I didn’t include this section, who knows? I only know that I like the way he speaks about Chloe in this excerpt, and I am sure you will, too.

I think I may have intended to include this in Unfurl, but obviously it never made the final cut. Anyway, without further ado, here we go . . . enjoy!

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Jennifer didn’t realise how little she knew about me until I met Chloe Harmon almost four years later. 2011 was the year I was due to finally inherit my millions, the year Jennifer also scuppered all that. It didn’t really matter, though. Like my mother, I knew all about contingency plans.

Chloe saw me from day one and made it abundantly clear to Jennifer I was more. So much more. Being with Chloe was a danger, because she made me better.

Chloe Harmon, the supernova to dissect my blunt universe of sin, vice and disharmony—made me walk tall and be who I was meant to be. She walked through the doors of Media Solutions and I bolted for her, chasing her with a jar of Douwe Egberts in one hand and a coffee cup in my other.

The first time I looked into her amber eyes, I was arrested—fire from the pits of hell licked the ice latched around my shut heart. My head a ton weight, I was numb, trying to fix on anything but her.

In the kitchen of our office, I handed her a coffee she’d hypnotized me into making. Our fingers touched and I got jolted by a magnetic pulse I’d never encountered before. I stared at her lips and knew if I kissed her once, it wouldn’t end there. I wanted to kiss every inch of her body—taste and inhale every part of her, live in her skin and bones instead of my own. Inside my pants, a part of me that hadn’t ever worked without help ticked and jerked, for the very first time.

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When Chloe smiled, it was like death, destruction and decay had never existed. Only her, a living, animate object filled my vision.

I loved the natural curl of her long hair and the subtle freckles hidden beneath make-up. When she laughed her cheeks became large, round pippins and her eyes narrowed like a cat’s. She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth whenever she got too embarrassed and had to look way. Her hands were elegant just like a woman’s hands should be and I fought to stop myself getting on my knees and begging, literally begging, for a chance to touch her face.

I got back to my desk after that first encounter with Chloe and the ache of a constant smile began to hurt. I took out a notepad and started drawing, just anything, whatever came to mind.

Her face. I couldn’t stop drawing her face, desperate not to forget it. I had to draw her eye over and over. The size and shape, I needed to get it right. Oval, with those long, feline lashes whipping at the edges. God, I imagined the silkiness of her brow and was hard just thinking about that. I couldn’t imagine making love with her, it’d be too good—too many places to lose myself and enjoy. I imagined her skin, softer than silk, and wanted nothing more than for her hands to be in my own.

From my vantage point upstairs I could see down to her desk below but somehow feared, she’d beat a hasty retreat if she knew about the things I’d seen and done. I couldn’t spend my whole life up in my fourth-floor office, just watching her through the glass divide from a distance.

If her unearthliness touched me any deeper, I feared I’d shatter and crack—tell her my darkest secrets. Then she’d leave and never come back. That’d be it once she discovered the deepness of my dark depths. I couldn’t bother her with this tragedy I carried in my soul.

Nevertheless we drank together in a pub that evening, discussing how her first day had gone. She was a giddy, nervous woman who clearly had a past of her own. As we sat there chatting I remembered how much I hated public places and other people in general. It was easy with the disguise; I could be someone else, but as myself—it was never easy. I left her and my pint of lager unceremoniously behind because people were watching us. More importantly they were watching her, and my fists were inching to flail into the face of any man who looked at Chloe in the wrong way. She was oblivious, that gorgeous woman, of just how much of an effect she had on men.

I went by a craft shop as soon as I was out of that pub and then I raced back to my apartment to get it all down. I felt frightened, fearing those images of her in my head would disappear.

I drew and painted until my eyes ached and my arms went into spasm in rebellion. I didn’t feel angry while I was occupied by my work, didn’t need the punch bag, a gym session or a bin full of ice to quench my need to tame all that was bad inside—demons that never really left.

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I barely slept trying to express the small fissure she’d made in the ice, which melted the more she bestowed her good grace on me. While I spent time drawing her, adrenalin and euphoria pounded its way through my veins like no other catalyst I’d ever encountered before. Ideas snaked through my bleak mind, bursting a technicolour display, ousting the red flames and black clouds of dissolution.

I’d never wanted to draw. I’d photographed so many images, but never drawn a single thing, unwilling to follow in my mother, Claudia’s footsteps.

I thought I met beauty the day I met Chloe Harmon, but I hadn’t. True beauty only demonstrated itself the more human she became, the more fragile, the more broken and yet…

…with that weakness, she conquered not only me…

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You can start the journey for FREE and continue with Volumes 2 through 4, which are available at sale price right now, or FREE if you have Kindle Unlimited.

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Latest news + 10,000 followers?

So, I was idly scrolling round my website the other day and happened to see my blog now has 10,000 followers. WOW. How’d that happen?

Anyway, thank you!

So, a few things…

BOOK SIGNINGS

My next book signing is in Dublin on October 8th. You can find out all you need to know about the event by clicking this link: CLADDAGH EVENT PAGE If you want to guarantee your books before the day, you can pre-order by filling out this form: CLICK HERE

TAINTED LOVERS

tainted lovers (2)My latest book Tainted Lovers has been receiving some strong reactions, particularly from women who’ve been in the same position as Adrienne. I’ve deliberately not mentioned her prior history in the blurb so the book isn’t spoiled but for info, she was previously in an abusive relationship – and this impacts on her future marriage. Check out the reviews so far: Visit Amazon UK or Amazon US. I gave everything to one book that I would normally give to a series, so find out for yourself what you think.

EDITING

I’ve had a few queries about this lately so I’m just gonna post this here. I’m not taking on any new editorial projects now until September. I’ll honour those already slated but for the next few months, I’m booked. As always, happy to respond to queries, but my responses may not be so prompt.

DOM DIARIES

I’m working on a companion novel to the Sub Rosa Series at the moment called Dom Diaries. It’s a book from Carl’s POV and has been an interesting challenge, given it’s a collection of diaries, which require a lot of different techniques! I’m hoping to make this available for pre-order in the next two to three weeks.

NEWSLETTER

I’m starting a newsletter very soon which will contain exclusives, previews and news. All you have to do is fill in your details after following this link: http://eepurl.com/bWYDuf.

And that’s all for now. Thanks for reading,

Sarah xx

 

 

 

The Editing Arm of Sarah Michelle Lynch

An editing arm has been added to “Sarah Michelle Lynch”, click right here to find out more. It’s all simply explained but my email address is there if you have any questions/queries. I’m not accepting any more projects this year, but I do have openings for early 2016.

I got asked the other day, “Wouldn’t you rather just write all the time and forget editing?” I guess I sometimes ask myself that, too, but my answer was, “No!” In fact my long-term goal is to embrace a bunch of writers under my wings (so to speak) and build something a little bigger than an editing business.

The thing is, just sitting down to write, write, write is too much pressure. Besides, isn’t editing just getting paid to read (that thing most if not all writers love?). Obviously, editing involves much more than just reading…

A few writers read UNBIND, the first book in the Sub Rosa Series and were so impressed, they contacted me, asking if I would edit their books. It’s crazy because that isn’t even the most tightly edited novel I’ve written, the next ones are…! I guess that just proves how each book is a learning curve and each book has its own beating heart to try and train and/or maintain.

What I’m working on right now is an anthology a writing group sent me. I’m proofreading it which makes a nice change for me. Normally I “deep edit” books which means considering how the whole thing can be tightened up. So proofing is a holiday, in comparison.

One of the books I just finished working on is Where Did Your Heart Go? by Audrina Lane. A self-published novel with an existing audience/fanbase is something I’d never worked on before. I worked to maintain the essence of the book, keeping the most pivotal scenes/lines intact, while also reshaping Audrina’s words without cutting their personality away. It was a unique book with diaries/first/third person – but in some respects I think that’s why some people choose to self-pub – because you can go outside the box and break the rules a little. Live a little, if you like. Now I’m seeing selfies of people holding her first print run of that very book and I see the smiles on her face and those of her readers. So, no, I don’t hesitate when people ask, “Wouldn’t you just rather write?” NAH! Because then I wouldn’t appreciate it when I do get to write. I might complain about the balancing act sometimes but as a good friend said to me the other day, “Don’t lie, you love your life.”

Yes, just a bit.

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Happy author Audrina Lane!!

Has it really been this long…?

Just checked the date of my last blog post and it was quite a while ago! I’ve certainly been busy… editing this and writing a new book, Unbind. I also get books sent to me all the time, either to review them or for advice from other authors on what to do with their own work! So it’s been a hectic few months! Then there was this review of THE RADICAL which blew me away: click here to read it. This was great because it was a difficult move to re-edit the Ravage Trilogy into what is now the UNITY QUADRILOGY – but I know I undoubtedly made the right choice to do this. After all, I wrote the trilogy with a job and a small baby in my arms! Sometimes I still don’t understand how I did it! It’s been a good lesson in editing to go back to that volume of work.

Alas, a trip to Vegas is on the horizon and it’ll soon be time for me to PARTY! I am really hoping the trip will give me time to relax and unwind and let my brain stew on my current WIPs.

So, I can reveal the first draft of Unbind is completed and soon it will be time to work on getting that second draft done. I have the cover and will be revealing it over on my FB page tomorrow! So come over to www.facebook.com/SarahMLynch and like the page to keep up to date with all the latest.

Also, add March 14th 2015 to your calendars. If you’d like to meet me and have me sign your book(s) I’ll be at the Orchard Book Club event in Peterborough. I’d love to be part of more events and depending on what happens with Unbind, we may have a book launch on our hands at some point.

So please come on over to Facebook tomorrow or follow me on @SarahMichelleLy

There’ll be plenty of teasers coming your way soon enough…

Also, I recently did an interview with Stevie Turner and the answers might surprise you!

Watch this space!

Sarah 🙂

Check out all my books here: http://author.to/sarahmichellelynch

 

 

I Am Editing a Trilogy…

I began writing a trilogy some three years ago. Sometimes I still say to myself, “you just wrote a few strings of tales together and it somehow ended up as three books” because it will never sink in what I achieved. Writing those books was an enormous period of creativity for me. In fact, a lot of fellow journalists can probably sympathise with this – because I spent years hardly having time to read or write for myself. When you have been doing it all day, you hardly want to give it a go when you get home.

Years, and I mean years ago, I had this dream. It was of a couple in an airport lounge and I had the sense of them having been on a long journey together. They were facing a crossroad and had to decide whether to go forward together or go their separate ways. I had this strong sense of theirs being a world where love was dangerous. If you had someone, you had something to lose. There was a mysterious force at work behind the scenes… and well… I won’t spoil it.

That dream stayed with me for so long. I mean, my daughter is nearly three now and it was years before that that I had this dream. It never went away. I suffer vivid dreams all the time and never remember them, but I remembered that one.

So when I started to put it down it was without a clue what I was really doing. I just knew I had this story and I wanted to tell it. I didn’t think about the technicalities. And then, well, I put it out there and didn’t really promote it. Didn’t get any response from agents or publishers, as is par for the course. Family and friends told me they loved it and I just thought, “yeah, yeah, yeah…” you know, because they are biased and all. You can guess the rest…

So, over the course of my writing journey I have learnt that I feel most comfortable writing from a First Person perspective. I find Third Person difficult, not natural even, because I struggle to put myself in the mind of my characters then.

I felt stifled when I began novel writing, as if my mind was putting so many constraints on myself and what I could do in a book. I was too bothered by the little things to think more about the bigger issues. It is a difficult thing to explain. So I am NOW re-editing the entire trilogy with sections ripped and others re-enforced, with the singular voices of Seraph, Ryken and Camille et al guiding you on what will be an explosive, emotive, thrilling and escapist journey into a dystopian future world.

If any of you think you might find a blog history of my editing processes interesting, I might be persuaded… Otherwise don’t expect to get any sense from me for a while.

More details coming soon…

2013….

The unlucky?, the odd?, possibly one of the strangest years of my life…

For me it’s been a year of retrospect, development and much learning. It’s not been a prosperous year in some respects, in others it has proven richer than any other.

I’ve talked with various people about this and most of us agree, the reality of writing and being a writer isn’t like we think. It is not glamorous and most of the time you catch a bit of writing time when you can. It is not all coffee shops and walnut desks looking out over fields of green, while you dream-sequence scenes and deliver them through a pen or a keyboard. When a reader sees the finished product, they are hopefully getting a smooth delivery of the story. They haven’t seen all the background work that goes into a novel. There’s a lot of it. Some of the tiny things we take for granted are the most difficult to master, such as dialogue presentation, adverbs, overuse of certain phrases, colloquialisms gone mad. I won’t bore you.

For me, my experience is that writing is consuming. Sometimes I will be at the washing-up bowl and something will hit me. A line or a thought or an idea that needs to be put in the book I am currently writing. Sometimes it is even an idea for another novel. Sometimes I try to push these ideas to the back of my mind and if they come back to haunt, they may well stick! I rarely write down notes and if I do, they are bullet points in a word doc. They are shorthand on a post-it. You’d think it’d be a gift to have a photographic memory but it’s not always, not when you’re walking down the street acting out the scene in your head and trying to hide smiles or tears from other passing people on the street! That’s how crazy this thing gets. Yes, I am barking mad! Like I said, not glamorous. Sometimes my fingers are burning by the time I get off the pavement and into a chair. If you give yourself to it truly, the stories, characters and images do not arrive when you expect them to or when you try to conjure them! They just pour out whenever they like.

The reality of this writing thing is that it is hard, really, really hard. The joy is great, but the reality is tough. It’s difficult when you’ve got family obligations, a job outside of writing, a social network that will consume all your hours if you let it! Setting yourself a deadline or a time limit is the hardest thing. However, it works.

I cannot really put into words what happened to me during the writing of A Fine Profession, which began formulating around 11 months ago. I upped my game. I can’t ever write off The Ravage Trilogy. Those books are the rawest portion of me as a writer. They are full of twists and turns, ideas and characters, locations and confrontations. It’s set in the future but it’s more a reflection of the world as it is now. When you’ve worked in the media, you do see words in a different way. You see how easily they can be twisted. Read George Orwell’s Why I Write. Sometimes I would speak to friends in the police about a story and they would say, “Yep, but the Press didn’t mention this…” We cull things sometimes to paint a picture we can cope with, one we can deal with, perhaps a novel theory or a madcap idea made true. We abstain from the reality, which A Fine Profession did not.

This is where it gets hard to explain… There is something burning in me, a need or a purpose that I feel determined to build upon constantly. I feel with every book, I learn, I excel beyond what I did before. If you start at Beneath the Veil and continue through the books, you might just see how quickly my style and skills have developed. It’s like when you feel in the mood for a quick, easy read, you go for that. It fulfils everything you want in that moment. Then, when you need something to sink your teeth into, you reach for the tomes that will make you wince but ultimately, reward you exponentially. In a writer’s life, this is similar. Sometimes you need to write something exploratory and uncomfortable, then other books end up being lighter or more what we think of as mainstream. Mainstream to me seems to embody “driven formula, emotive yet not too heavy, nothing too offensive”.

When I was writing A Fine Profession I was in the zone of that book and thought nothing of being offensive with some of the stuff therein. Some of it is meant to be uncomfortable and make you question all we imagine about men and women’s opinions of sex, love and exploitation. I sometimes look back and wonder how the hell I had the balls to do it but I felt so sure of what I was creating in the moment and I wasn’t thinking about me, I was thinking about Lottie and how she saw the world around her.

2013 was the year I realised that this isn’t just a maternity leave project any longer. It is so much more now. Yeah I always knew I could write. But for someone like me, whose brain refuses to slow down, I knew it would become all-consuming and hard to let go of once I got going. Like I said, there are so many things that go on behind the scenes – all those little bits of refinement build a good book. There’s so much you can’t appreciate as the reader because you only see what we want you to see, and that is the bits we feel comfortable showing you. It’s nice when I get to sit down with other people’s books because that is therapy. There are so many things about being a writer that you can only understand if you are one too. It’s such a lonely world otherwise.

My final thought is that this writing year brought me Lottie, brought me Noah, gave me so many awesome compliments from not only fellow writers, but bloggers, non-erotica readers and new fans I wouldn’t have had if it weren’t for social media etc. It’s all building towards something solid and robust. My goodness, though, it has been a test. It has been taxing. I am of the school of method writing. I was always taught not to refer to a writer in the context of their biography. However, one character in my books is explicitly me. No, it’s not Lottie. I maintain categorically it isn’t her. Ha-ha! I could not have written that book if she was me. It would have been too difficult. I wrote it for someone not even a little bit like me. Anyway, maybe I am saying read them all and decide for yourself where the real me is hiding! Lottie once said to me, “Most of us dream of finding true love and yet none of us know what it entails. It requires ultimate sacrifice – giving entirely of yourself. I had tried to do that by writing my book and then even still, its relevance had already begun waning.” This world moves at a constant pace. A true love may be something rare and beautiful but nothing ever comes for free, I am a true believer of that.

What might 2014 bring? I think a tome might be next… perhaps a lot of editing jobs too, all of which fortify the strengths I am constantly building on. Life is a journey and this is the one I am currently riding.

Happy 2014 everyone xxx