I haven't blogged here for a couple of weeks. Sorry about the quiet.
But I have some news now, so here I am--making noise!
I finished the first draft of the Heaving Bosoms sequel, Quivering Thighs! This is my favorite moment as an author. Writing that final punchline and shooting my fists in the air and yelling, "Yay! Woo Hoo! or Cowabunga!" depending on the day. That's usually followed by a long sigh. Ahhh... And a couple of well-earned days off.
This is what happens to me when I write a novel--and this time was no different. I call it my Chapter Nine meltdown. I'm pretty happy with the beginning of my novel. I know where I'm headed (sort of--it's always subject to change) but I simply can't spend another moment on this particualr book! Gaaa!!!
What do I do when this happens? I write something short, then go back to it. Sometimes, if I'm still not in the novel mood, I write another shortie. Sometimes, I even write or rewrite a third novella or short story! Goodness me! At least I'm a productive procrastinator.
SO--getting back on track here, both Heaving Bosoms and Quivering Thighs were straight contemporaries of novel length. I think that may have been the problem. When I hit the melting point of a parnaormal, I simply open my imagination bag, reach in, and toss a little magic into my story. Suddenly motorcycles can fly; Leprauchans are real; and spelling doesn't count. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I tell a smaller tale. Of course I'll go back and fix the spelling...unlike when I blog and realize I don't know how to spell Leprauchan. Ah me.
Well, this is my life. Today I'll spend the rest of it with my hubby who just informed me that his poor tummy is rumbling.