Writing From Home with Tempeste O’Riley

Hello everyone *waves* Thank you for stopping by on my first monthly visit here at Authors Speak. It’s hard to believe it’s May! I grew up in the South (yes, it’s capitalized lol Winking smile) and I’m still not used to this nonsense of it being 32°F on May 15th! Nope, ‘tis not natural I tell you!

However, that just makes more all the more thankful for how I do my work. Now, that doesn’t mean my schedule isn’t hectic—because it is—but at least I don’t have to brave the cold just to get to work. Doesn’t help with doctors, sadly, as the days of them coming to you went the way of wagon trains and such :/ Right now is extra insane as I had a release last Friday… yes, on Friday the 13th, and Dreamers’ Destiny has dream walking, a touch of dream weaving, and a fun and quirky Wiccan coven that helps the MCs in their time of need, so I consider it a win on the date. (I’ve always considered the 13th to be lucky :D)

Meanwhile, I write. I attempt to keep to a schedule (haha). I am my own boss, really, though I have to answer to my publisher (whom I adore!) and to my readers (love love love y’all!) all while working around my health and my kids. Trying to manage a career, home, life, etc. is an interesting feat, let me tell you.

A lot of people work from home, whether they are their own boss or work in a job where they can “telecommute,” managing your time, your life, convincing your family that yes, you are working when you are “playing” with the computer. No, you are not goofing off. Yes, you really do need to be left alone while you finish this scene. No, little ones barging in while you try to write that sex scene is not helpful…. But hey, at least I can work in my PJs, right?

Some of the things I’ve done to help me create my “office” both for me and for my family—and to help all of us focus on when I need to write—are the following:

  1. Set Goals. (And post them where they are visible to everyone in the house.) I have a ‘post-it’ on my laptop that has my current writing projects list and both the word and date goals. This mimics the list that is up on the wall in the living room of my home. My kids get a kick out of getting to add or remove things as I either finish a project or come up with a new idea.
  2. Make a Plan. You can’t just make a goal, you have to make a plan for how to make the goal into a reality. How many days a week are you going to write? How many hours or words? How are you going to decide what a “full day” is?
  3. Organize/Stick to the Plan. Google Calendar is my friend. Full stop. Once I have my plans, I then need to make sure I know day to day what I need to do. With all the doctors appointments, kids stuff, etc. I also have to deal with, that can be hard on a non-work day, add in trying to write and yep, no way will I remember what I’m supposed to have on my list. CRS (can’t remember $hit, right?) :/ So I have all kinds of planning to my calendar and then my laptop, tablet, cell… all remind me and can be a source of “yes, I am free then,” or “no, sorry, I am already scheduled out that day/time/etc.” It helps, because with my health, there is just no way I can do the back-to-back running on fumes I did at one point. Plus, it just makes life a lot easier.
  4. Designated Workspace. Now, I don’t have an “office” per se. What I do have is an area or two that I use, depending on what floor in the house I chose to work on, and ways to designate to the rest of my family that I’m working as opposed to it just being “fun” time on the laptop. I envy those authors that have a designated office and all the fun things that go into having an office. I used to have an office and all the fun bits, but I can’t do that anymore. I can make sure I have coffee, water (a must!), footrest, pillows to prop up on and get comfy, and my laptop, of course. I also have an “At Work” sign, so there’s no mistake that it’s now office hours, lol.

The biggest thing for me is to make sure that I remember to take care of what I can and not push too hard. That’s been a huge challenge. So, do you work from home? How do you keep yourself on track?

That’s it from me for this month. Questions, feel free to leave a comment or to email me (tempeste.oriley @ gmail.com). I’m always willing to talk with readers.

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Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. They has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life—especially now that they have joined the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence® (as Novice Sister Eroti-Quill… can’t imagine where that name came from).

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves. To learn more about Tempeste and their writing, visit http://tempesteoriley.com.

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Out Now: “Pride Weekend”—a free short story by Charley Descoteaux!

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The Blurb:
Series: Buchanan House, book 2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 22, 2015
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Overworked cubicle jockey Adam Byron wants to attend Oregon Coast Pride in style but the price of a room at Buchanan House, a popular gay retreat on the central coast, is beyond his budget. So he won’t miss out, he advertises online for someone to share expenses. Corporate drone Silas Grant responds to Adam’s ad, and the two get to know each other via texts before meeting at the coast. They agree on a no-pressure roommate arrangement, yet once they meet face-to-face their attraction is undeniable. Desire might simmer well beyond Pride weekend, no matter how hard Adam and Silas try to live up to their noncommitment pact.

An Excerpt:

Silas

I didn’t lose my nerve, but with how tentative and quiet Adam stayed while I chatted with our hosts and every other guest at the party, I took things slower than I would’ve liked. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was a player. Maybe he just wasn’t used to being surrounded by a roomful of horny gay men. Or maybe he was naturally quiet in real life. Whatever his reasons, I could respect them, but I wouldn’t be deterred. I would find out what his body looked like, what it felt like against mine, what it tasted like.

And I would ignore the flare of jealousy I felt whenever another man checked out his ass or rested a hand on his arm.

Everyone flirted with everyone else—it’s just the way it worked at parties like that, and it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Except one couple kept eyeing him and whispering. Maybe hoping for a threesome, or foursome. When they started to approach us, after the other guests had left to go gambling or dancing in Lincoln City, I used a ruse to get Adam outside alone. It had worked on me the first time I had drinks at a party, in my sophomore year of high school, and it worked just as well on Adam. If he knew he hadn’t stumbled, he didn’t seem to care. The unquestioning way he let me take him outside had my dick filling before we cleared the porch. I didn’t think I could wait through the sunset, but it was pretty, so I stuck it out.

I wasn’t the only one who felt tortured, a fact that became obvious as soon as I let my arm rest in his lap.

“Do you want another drink?”

He flinched a little when I spoke. Neither of us had said a word for the past hour. Or maybe he startled because I increased the pressure of my arm against his cock at the same time.

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

I don’t doubt that. “How about if we go upstairs?”

He sighed, almost as though he’d been holding his breath and waiting for me to ask. “That sounds good.”

I didn’t really want to let go of him, but, physics. Once we stood and started moving toward the house, things happened fast. Almost fast enough. We raced up the back staircase—there didn’t seem to be time to go through the party room and then the lobby to take the indoor stairs. I pulled him by the hand until we reached the door to our room. Adam’s key was in a pocket without a button closure, so I reached inside and took it. I slipped my left hand back into that pocket while I unlocked the door with my right. Neither operation went quickly or smoothly, but that first handful—the first time I wrapped a hand around his hard cock, even through the fabric of his pocket—was a life-altering experience.

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