I got a little writing done today … very little. I’d say I wrote about a page — a far cry from the heady days of November when I was writing 2,000 words a day.
… Literally. I was unable to talk above a whisper yesterday. Even now, my voice is all scratchy and it hurts to talk. Being without a voice gave me pause and made me think about
With the holidays looming, I took a brief hiatus from the blog. Even though I didn’t blog about a darn thing, I continued writing — or at least thinking about writing. That’s half the battle,
I’ve set “Blind Date Bride” aside for a couple of weeks, letting it rest before I start editing. But now I’m at a bit of a loss. What next? I have other manuscripts I could
I only went to bed three hours ago, but when the Boyfriend called this morning on his way to work, I was too excited to go back to sleep. Why? I finished “Blind Date Bride”
I’m up to the part of the book I hate — the dreaded “black moment” where I have to break my characters up just so they can get to their Happily Ever After. I have
With just a little more than 8,000 words to write to hit the 90K mark needed for a single-title contemporary, I’m finding words are just pouring out of my head an onto the page. Where
At the beginning of November, I set a personal NaNoWriMo goal of writing the 40,000 words that it would take to finish “Blind Date Bride.” Well, it’s now the end of the month, and I
I just checked my delivery confirmation via the U.S. Postal Service and nearly had a heart attack: No record of that number on file. It turned out, I incorrectly entered the tracking number from my
This time, I mean my Golden Heart entry — all 246 pages of it, plus the disk with my full MS on it. I dropped it off at the post office sometime between 11 a.m.