…and now I wait.
But that’s a good thing! I can now focus marketing the new books and all the stuff I had to keep at bay while I wrote a proposal for a paranormal young adult novel (that I hope will become a real book someday). Hey wait a second … I can go shopping! I can read another book without the sound of mu subconscious revving in the background! Even better, I can sleep through an entire night without waking up from a dream about my story.
Ahh the quiet when the writer is not writing.
Not that it will last for long. I have this thing about writing a historical and now that I have stumbled upon an idea for a mystery series, the itch will get worse. I can already hear the heroine whispering in my ear.
So much for shopping in peace.
And then there’s my character, Isela Vargas from Friday Night Chicas. That bitch won’t shut up about getting her own book. Every time a reader asks what happens to her, Isela’s right there impatiently sighing at her nails.
There goes the quiet pleasures of book reading.
I’m beginning to suspect that writers never retire. We die at our keyboards.
Currently reading: The Girl’s Guide to Witchcraft by Mindy Klasky (awesome!) and Mean Girls Grown Up by Cheryl Dellasega (sobering)