I haven't made any resolutions for the new year. I have made goals, but just basic ones that I can control. I'm toying with changing the genres I usually write in. Don't get me wrong I will still write historical romances, but after releasing one more Native American Colonial romance, I think I'm going to take a break for awhile and write something deeper, grittier.
I'll be taking a class on writing
horror and thrillers. I'm not even sure what to expect, but I've been a
long time fan of the horror genre, both books and movies, and I think
I'd like to try my hand at it.
My website will need to be
overhauled if/when I publish in this new genre. One thing I promise, my
dear readers, is that the wide difference in genres will be noted and
explained so you have no surprises. For example, I'd hate for a reader
to pick up one of my horror books hoping to receive a romance. They
will always be distinctly marked which genre they fall in, so not to
I have a vast mind, and I think this will be a fun, rewarding writing year!
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I have been writing my a** off. No clue where this inspiration is coming but I’m not complaining. Maybe it has something to do with my health now that I’m feeling better. Before my surgery, I didn’t realize just how awful I was actually feeling now that I’m doing so much now. Things like exercising, reading, attending writerly things, etc. However, it is true that the more you write, the more inspired you are, which makes you write more.
I also woke up this morning to realize how truly behind I am with real life things like housework (the carpet has a carpet of cat hair on it), etc. Plus I remembered that biometric screenings are at work today and I never looked up my appointment time, so it could be this morning which means I couldn’t eat or drink anything just in case.
Biometric screenings are blood pressure, bloodwork, weight, etc. that we have to take every year for our health insurance. They are not mandatory but your health insurance will increase if they are not taken, so by my standards they are mandatory. Plus I like to see my progress each year. I’m hoping my fat percentage has decreased. Last year I was something equivalent to a can of Spam. This year I’m at least hoping for lean bacon. Or maybe turkey bacon, but I haven’t been working out that religiously. We’ll see…
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Oh, and the gang decided to help me while I was packing up to go to the signing. Here's Blaze and Pan deciding which boxes would be best to transport my books.
And below is Pan totally exhausted after helping me pack. Oh, the life...
Saturday, November 9, 2013
I’ll be signing copies of all my releases, including my newest, Shadow’s Promise today from 1:30 to 3:30 at the Liverpool Public Library, Tulip St, Liverpool, NY.
Here’s the link to the details. http://www.lpl.org/
There will be lots of amazing authors here. Hope to see you there!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
“You are Ganeagaono now.” He stepped toward her, his tone commanding. “We are your people.”
“Dillan will come for me.” She knew she was lying to herself. Dillan would not come. Her only hope was to escape. And she would, just as soon as she could.
“Hear my words, Jessie McCrea,” Shadow spoke as if he were lecturing a child. “You are Ganeagaono now. If anyone came for you, we would not let you go. We would do everything in our power to keep you here. Adoption is a sacred bond. It must not be broken.”
She wanted to gouge his eyes out, but she was too exhausted and in too much pain to argue. Why couldn’t she be home, home in her goose down bed in the loft?
But home seemed so far away. How far, she had no idea.
Shadow took a sleeping mat from the shelf and spread it beside the fire pit. He motioned to his bed. “It is late, Jessie McCrea. Tomorrow Willow will teach you her medicine. You sleep now.”
The thought of lying in Shadow’s bed made her flush. She had slept there before—naked, in fact—but she could not sleep there again. Not willingly.
Shadow’s frown told her she had offended him. One thing she had learned tonight was that these people were easily offended. Even something as meaningless as refusing a helping of food was considered an insult.
“There is no elsewhere.” He draped a tattered blanket over his sleeping mat. “My bed is yours.”
“Then I will sleep on the floor.”
A slow, provocative grin grew across his face. “As you wish, but I am a blanket thief. I hope you will not be cold.”
Monday, November 4, 2013
I bought a new planner for 2014. Below is my old planner for 2013. It's sturdy and rugged and small enough that I can throw it in my purse if needed. Plus it's hardcover.
I’m pretty hard on planners, as they travel with me every day 365 days of the year. I’m not sure if this new soft cover planner will hold up. I bought it online and I guess I assumed it would be hard cover like the one I had. That’s the trouble with purchasing in a hurry, I guess. And you know what they say when you assume...
Nevertheless, I like the design. The elephants are cute and fun, and I like the space given for writing appointments and to do lists (see photo below). Plus I can start using it now if I want, as it began in July 2013.
Now to find time transpose everything from the old into the new…
Do you use a planner? What are your requirements for keeping organized?