Back to Work
If you've been within 50 miles of me (or anyone I know), you know I was in California last week. I was nervous, I was excited, I tweeted, I posted, I talked--yep, pretty much any way I could put that out there, I did. Well, I'm back. I flew, I spoke, I saw the Golden Gate Bridge, and now I'm back home and ready to finish Delaney's Peace.
I do know how the book ends, I just need to write it in a way that's believable and still fun. Praying that will happen soon.
In the meantime, I also have several ideas rattling around in my head, names that keep popping up, stories that seem to be poking me all the time. I'll have to decide which one I want to tell next. I'm fairly certain it will be Josie and Finn's story, I just have to determine which story is theirs.
Until I do, however, there are plenty of things to keep me busy till my next speaking engagement. Oh, I don't have one lined up, but my friend, Kendra, says she's going to be my agent, and she's going to take care of that. But until that happens...well, we were a little concerned about the weather we might have been flying into here in DFW on Saturday night. When we got off the plane, it was obvious the weather had bypassed the area...or so I thought. You see, once I got home, I realized the tornadoes had focused their efforts right in my house.
So until I'm a nationally acclaimed writer, until my speaking skills (and I use that term loosely) are in frequent demand, I suppose I'd best--you guessed it--get back to work. I hear the bathroom calling my name. And don't even get me started on the living room and the laundry.
On the other hand, perhaps I should get started on the living room and the laundry. Ah, well. Such is the exciting life of a romance author.
I do know how the book ends, I just need to write it in a way that's believable and still fun. Praying that will happen soon.
In the meantime, I also have several ideas rattling around in my head, names that keep popping up, stories that seem to be poking me all the time. I'll have to decide which one I want to tell next. I'm fairly certain it will be Josie and Finn's story, I just have to determine which story is theirs.
Until I do, however, there are plenty of things to keep me busy till my next speaking engagement. Oh, I don't have one lined up, but my friend, Kendra, says she's going to be my agent, and she's going to take care of that. But until that happens...well, we were a little concerned about the weather we might have been flying into here in DFW on Saturday night. When we got off the plane, it was obvious the weather had bypassed the area...or so I thought. You see, once I got home, I realized the tornadoes had focused their efforts right in my house.
So until I'm a nationally acclaimed writer, until my speaking skills (and I use that term loosely) are in frequent demand, I suppose I'd best--you guessed it--get back to work. I hear the bathroom calling my name. And don't even get me started on the living room and the laundry.
On the other hand, perhaps I should get started on the living room and the laundry. Ah, well. Such is the exciting life of a romance author.
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