Just Another Day
How many times have I sworn I was going to post here more regularly? I've lost count. And yet, here we are, more than two months since I last wrote something for you.
After 16+ books, I still find myself going down the same internal dialogue rabbit hole as I hear newbie, unpublished writers doing. I don't have anything interesting to say. What could I possibly write that anyone would want to read? My life is BORING.
For over ten years, I've had a new release coming out at least once a year, so there's been something to share. Cover releases, pre-order links, behind the scenes of a coming-soon novel. I recently realized, this is the longest I've gone without a new book since I started this journey. And I'm not happy about it.
In my defense, my publisher has TWO of my manuscripts and is sitting on them. Meanwhile, I'm writing every day, so it's not like I've retired.
In case you're wondering about my previous post, yes, I finished the synopsis and have sent it to my agent.
Anyway, as I said, I don't have anything interesting to say. What could I possibly write that anyone would want to read? My life is BORING.
That will change a little next week, since I'm heading to Malice Domestic in Bethesda, Maryland. I'm not a nominee, so I'm looking forward to not dealing with the stress of hoping to hear my name announced at the banquet...and not. I'll be the fan girl, cheering on my friends and colleagues.
I've been looking through photos from past years and enjoying the memories.
Beyond that, each day is mostly just another day. Get up. Feed Kensi. Drink coffee. Write. Edit. Read.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
A few days have been a bit different. My husband got a new toy.
Because my grandfather's Farmall that we've used to mow the pasture forever now refuses to start.
And there you have it. Just another day in the life of a hardworking writer. Oh, and I can't leave out the hardworking writer's cat.
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