Monday, February 28, 2011

Too Busy To Blog

It's the last day of February? Wow. How did we get here so quickly? Months fly by when I'm writing. So when it's a short month, like this one, I'm astounded when it's over and I've not blogged much.

I love to blog, but I don't do much blogging when my head is wrapped around a project, and lately, that's where it's been for months. And months. There's been some tremendous highs and lows in my career these past weeks rendering me insane! As time goes by, I'll fill you in.

But for now, please check back now and again. I'm in the process of getting a book published (hopefully) and I'm rewriting another book. (I've put my next manuscript on hold to go back to a "completed" book and tear through it. A story I love as much as The Sanctum.)

So. I seldom see the world outside of my office these days.

I'll blog more in March.

Blessings to you and yours.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Survival Mode

Well damn, folks. It's February. January, thank God, is over. It's the worst month of the year, the one month you want to come and go quickly. As much as I thought it would be the best month of my life, this year--it was just another January. I didn't blog much because as usual, I was busy, busy, busy. With writing and a few other things. Many of my readers are asking the same question right about now, "What's going on with the new book?" Here's my answer: It's now in the hands of my agent. All I have to do is sit on pins and needles for the next few days, weeks, months, or however long it takes.

In the meantime, I'm deep into plotting the next one. I'm digging in and staying focused. I'm surviving. Survival mode is painful. Two days ago I burnt the top of my finger on the fireplace grate. It's seeping and ugly and it hurts like the dickens. But I soldier on like most of us, trying to get through this awful winter. Survival mode is right where I am. Hanging on to every hope that somewhere in the dark I just might see my dreams come true.

Until then, I'll bury my head in the next book and nurse my burnt finger. The middle one, to be exact.

Blessings to you and yours.