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Maria Lima aka, Maria Lima, TheMariaLima, etc.

I’m a writer,  reader and all-around fangrrl with feet firmly planted in the Other.

My Blood Lines series, a not-so-urban contemporary fantasy set in the Texas Hill Country, is available wherever books are sold. All five books are now available as audiobooks via Audible.com.

But, wait, there’s more!

I’ve also written short stories and non-fiction essays for various collections. Find out about all my work at the My Work page.

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Writer’s Block – is it a thing?

Oh, writer’s block. We hear a lot about it and how to avoid it/work through it, but what do you do when it’s blocking you?

I bet every single writer has a tip or trick on how to break through the block. And every single one of them are right…and wrong. What works for Person X may not work for Person Y, or you.

How do I do it?

I tend to go work on something else, or just noodle around with worldbuilding for the thing I am writing.

For example: In my project Caught (which is set in Corpus Christi), I’ve been trying to work out how I can maneuver my people in ways I need to without violating how Things Work in Real Life.

The situation: my MC is called in because of some missing fae. She will be working with the local police to help find the fae and stumbles across [REDACTED] in the course of the investigation.

The writing problem: I did not want to turn this into a police procedural, nor did I want to use actual police process in the investigation. How to make this work? It’s a contemporary/urban fantasy, so I can organize my world to work the way I want it to, but a huge requirement for me is to make it plausible. Whatever situation I create must work within the rules of the world I create.

So how to avoid a reader (or me!) saying that the investigation wouldn’t happen that way, or that I was ignoring basic police procedure?

Not so simple, huh?

First, I began by having my main police character be a relative newcomer to the area. She’s not from around here and she’s feeling her own way around. That was a start.

Then I realized, that even so, I needed either more police presence, more scenes in the local PD and how they handled officially missing persons. I needed to figure out how this all worked with my MC and her own situation…and I got waaaay too bogged down.

I had to put aside the project and work on something else. Something entirely different. So I did. I worked on a romance novella (which is neither a genre, nor a length I’ve ever tried) and made some progress.

Caught was put to the side. I didn’t work on it or do any research at all.

Then the other morning, I woke up at 4:46 a.m. – with a possible solution. I typed out notes on my phone (yay for Google docs!) and realized that this may well solve some of the issues I kept running across.

The notes are part of my Scrivener file now, and I’m more confident that I can pull this off.

To whet your appetite, here’s the first section of the book – which will probably change, because of above-mentioned Eureka! moment, but hey, consider this a sneak peek!

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Help! I’m running out of ideas…

Only, no, I’m really, really not.

Because ideas are cheap, easy and beyond plentiful. I get ideas every single day – all day long. Some are interesting enough to jot down, others, just fleeting thoughts that may or may not crop up again.

For many writers, it’s the lack of time that bogs them down. They either work fulltime jobs, have families, are under contract or a mix of all three.

Me? I’ve got the time, the brainpower, the ganas*–but so very little actual physical ability/energy. Isn’t that irony?

I sit here pondering on topics to post for Patreon, on where to take my projects next (two of which I still consider active), and my body is “nope, nopety, nope. Can’t do.” Frankly, it sucks.

What I want most in the world right now is utterly impossible: to remove the physical constraints of my chronic illnesses and let me feel like I did when I was in my early 40s: full of life, full of energy and ability. Sadly, that’s just not going to happen.

What does this mean for you, my readers?

Well, everything’s just going to take a lot longer. I write when I have energy bursts, and rest when I can’t write. So, please be patient, and I hope you don’t lose interest. 🙂

I’ve attached a bit of something that may actually become a real project. It’s a character note sheet from Scrivener for a secondary character. This is an idea that I had after reading a Harry Potter fanfic, specifically regarding a tertiary character in that story and some interesting background the author built. It was an original character, but I was more interested in the ideology and the theme. I started wondering, “what if…” – which is pretty much how all stories come about.

At this point, this is only a character note sheet, but who knows…if I’m lucky, I might be able to develop this further.

Enjoy!!

*Ganas = desire

 

Necromancer PDF

Opening doors

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(Since tomorrow is Turkey Day, and many of you will be offline, I’m publishing my Thursday post early)
I saw this photo online a while back and it made me laugh. 
We go through life with the old “if life shuts a door, open a window” adage – which I get. I understand that it means to look for another solution, another path. And that’s valid.
But this sentiment also resonates. Don’t just accept that the door is closed. Open the damned thing. It’s okay to change the rules!
Is the door locked? Then look for a key or a lockpick.
I want to apply this analogy to writing–specifically, my own career (such as it is.)
Soooo many times, the door got shut in my face as I shopped Matters of the Blood around to various agents. Some read my letter, synopsis and sample chapters and basically Just Said No. Some asked for a full manuscript (and this was in the days of actual paper manuscripts), so after the initial OMG YES! reaction, I had to scramble, print out a copy and snail mail it to said agent. After reading said manuscript, they pretty much all said, thanks, but no thanks (in varying degrees of well, it’s okay, but…)
It was a slog, sure. I’m actually grateful, because the first version of the book that I shopped wasn’t right–at all. It needed tightening, editing, and fleshing out…which I did, and ended up with a better story.
Then I went back to try to reopen that door–which I did. And I set off submitting to agents and directly to publishing houses. 
Still, doors continued to be shut in my face. 
Eventually, discouraged, the door reopened: at least, there was a knock and I answered it.
I’d worked with a particular micropress before, with the Sisters in Crime Chesapeake Chapter anthology. We had great service, books came out in time for a fabulous kickoff signing at Mystery Loves Company in Baltimore, so when the owner showed up and offered to read my manuscript, I gladly sent it to him (electronically, even!). He offered me a contract and I happily signed. It was before urban fantasy was a thing, and most publishers just did not know what to do with this genre, so I figured, what the heck. The contract got signed, I never really got much in the way of editing, but I was new, and didn’t realize this was a red flag. My cover art…well, let’s just say it wasn’t completely awful, but it was close. The book came out, and it got some decent reviews…but then…the door closed.
Only, this door didn’t just shut, it VANISHED. 
Micropress guy overextended himself (as they do), and before my book really got off the ground, he disappeared and stopped responding to emails and phone calls. Yeah, not a new story, sadly. Same thing happened to too many authors. What sucked is that I though I had done my due diligence. I’d had an excellent experience with the anthology, and figured this experience would at least match that. And I wasn’t afraid of self-promotion: it’s not like if I signed with a Big House, that I’d be free of that.
So, I couldn’t reopen that door, not even with a sledgehammer.
This time, I ended up finding another door.
Just when I was thisclose to giving up this damned writing lark, the door opened back up.
This time, a reputable small press was interested in reprinting Matters, and possibly doing more books. At first, I was leery…another small press? But, turns out, this one had been in business for a looong time, and I figured, okay, dooo eeeet.
And I did.
That small door opened MUCH wider when said press made a deal with Pocket Books and my series ended up at a Big Five house after all.
The path: crooked af, but eventually, my determination in re-opening that door paid off.
Now, the door is slightly ajar, as I try to balance my chronic illness/lack of energy with writing, but I’ve not closed and locked it. 

 

The Magic of Reading

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When I was a kid, I spent pretty much every penny of my allowance on books–Scholastic Books to be precise. When I was in first grade, and went to my first ever book fair in school, I was overwhelmed. I could BUY books, take them home and KEEP them.

I still remember the two books I bought at that fair. They were the Little Golden Books of Mary Poppins (which I’d seen at the movies – my very first movie!) and Perri (the squirrel), from a Disney special I’d seen.

Those books opened the door to many, many more over the years, from Nancy Drew onwards. I gorged myself on words–escaped to Sleepyside-on-Hudson with Trixie and Honey; learned about Depression era migrant farming and slipped into The Velvet Room with Robin. I took the oil from the magic bottle and grew wings to fly with young Harry Houdini Marco.

Books were, and continue to be, my own personal magic. I can right wrongs, fight the good fight, and be home in time for dinner. My mom still says that sending me to my room as a punishment was pretty much useless, because I just curled up in bed with a book. She was so right.

Now, as a nearly 60 year old adult, I still view books as the ultimate getaway. From frothy humor to disturbing horror, I’ll pretty much read anything–as long as the writing is good and I enjoy the story. I will cringe, cry, sob, laugh out loud and let the words take me away, even if it’s just for a couple of hours.

Is it any wonder that I became a writer?

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