Looking Ahead...2024


Last year, I failed miserably in my intent to slow down. This year, I'm taking measures to see that I will be able to slow down in the near future. We'll see how it goes.

I realized yesterday that I can't yet talk about much of what's on my plate for 2024. I have a book deal sitting on a desk while everyone's off on holiday break. Until that contract is signed, I'm keeping quiet. Suffice it to say, I'm writing a book that should come out at the end of the year. More on that later.

I'm teaching a couple of writing courses this year, one in January, another in November. Plus, I have a couple of workshops scheduled. 

The 13th Zoe Chambers Mystery, What Comes Around, is scheduled for release in May. Stay tuned for more on that (cover reveal, pre-orders), too. 

I have two other books to outline and one of those to write before the end of the year. 

I'm sorry I'm being so vague. Basically, I'm saying, that in 2024, I plan to write two books and outline a third. I plan to teach several writing classes. I'm registered to attend Malice Domestic in April and the Pennwriters Conference in May. 

That's it for my professional life.

Personally, I intend to continue my yoga and meditation practice to get me through what is sure to be a stressful year, and I hope to pick up the pace of my exercise routine. I want to spend as much time with Kensi Kitty as I can because, with her heart issues, there are no guarantees. 

I would say I hope to do a better job of keeping my house clean, but I can't even type that with a straight face! 

Happy New Year, everyone!

 

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