I always have a moment…

I always have a moment, after I’ve stayed away from a manuscript for a while. I walk away from it because I’m lost, or pretty sure it sucks, or some kind of weird variation of those two themes. And as it always happens, I go back.

Because my men call me back. They do, and I answer. I return to them. I reacquaint myself with them. And I’m always struck with how much what I’ve managed to crank out so far doesn’t suck.

Not gonna give you that old woe is me bull. Even though I do that so well. I have my moments of self-doubt. I accept it. I wallow in that shit. I own it. And it eventually always resolves itself.

I don’t fight it.

As I’ve said before, I go through it with each book.

So yeah, I’m at that stage with Tek and Quinn.

Then I finally open their file after about two (?) weeks of passing that sucker straight like an exam. I read it. Parts that to me weren’t all that solid. Or parts I’d thought I should delete, shift around. Whatever.

It happens all the time, yet each and every time I’m blindsided by how much this thing doesn’t suck. Got caught up in reading it to the point where I lost an hour. Found myself crying with Quinn, for Tek.

Needs work. Not gonna bullshit you. Needs major Goddamn work, but what I’ve written so far?

Lord.

Dare I say I like it?

Yep.

Pretty sure I’ll be back to hating it by the time I’ve hit the end, but for now I’m really liking it. The dynamic between Tek and Quinn is crazy good.

I’ve got major heartbreak headed their way soon, but I’m enjoying their tender moments. Y’all know I like my tender shit. And my nasty shit.

Mmm.

So yeah, the point of this post is really just to say I’m back fucking with Tek and Quinn.

You’re welcome.