3:00 a.m.

I’m working at 3:00 am because I chose to do some writing today. And by “some writing” I mean about four solid hours of writing.

I no longer look at my “Month-to-Date Unit Sales” on Amazon. I can’t afford to have my moods attached to the sale of NIGHT OWL. Who can live like that?

Anyway, I’ve been cycling through tentative titles for book 2 the way I’ve cycled through covers for book 1. HOW TO SAY GOODBYE became LONE WOLF became LAST LIGHT, the current title on the manuscript.

And now I’m seriously fucking tired and worn out, and wondering why I don’t write full time. Writing is a difficult job. Writing a novel — even a smutty, lighthearted novel — takes everything from me, everything. And it’s the loneliest work on earth. I have yet to meet another writer who feels the way I feel about writing.

Come to think, I have yet to meet someone like myself. I’m always looking. I want that experience.