One of the things that I found the most depressing/stressing about the past ~3 months was the fact that everything was so hectic and busy and uncertain and sleep-deprived that writing ended up being pushed waaaay down on the list of priorities. Fortunately I’d finished up the crappy first draft of Demon book the second before all of the crap started, so it wasn’t as if everything was left hanging, but it was frustrating all the same.
But now we are moved! We are (almost) settled! I am not plagued with a gadzillion errands to run every frickin day! I am getting to bed by ten (well, not tonight, but most of the time)! I am exercising again (when it’s not too frickin’ cold to run)! And, I am writing again!
Okay, not as much writing as editing, but the three month break–however unintended it was–has made it easier to see the (massive number of) flaws and plot hitches in the latest book. My personal goal is to get the book into a readable state by the beginning of March, and then I want to dive into the Redneck Vampire book. And, since at the moment I’m (unfortunately) not laboring under any deadlines other than the self-imposed kind, I’d like to see if I can get a draft of Redneck done before summer.
In the meantime, I came across this paragraph I’d written in Demon book the second:
I walked to the fireplace and hitched myself up onto the table, oddly pleased that it had the added effect of allowing me to look down at him. Not that it made me feel superior in any way at all. He still radiated power and potency and sexiness that left my mouth dry and other parts of me wet. “What’s in it for me?”
Hee. I think I’ll keep it.
Merely a smiling visitor here to reveal the love (:, btw outstanding design. “Competition is a heartbreaking thing, nevertheless it produces great results.” by Jerry Flint.
2013
Ian Peplinski