I wish I had an excuse for how bad I've been about blogging lately. And maybe I do: I've been writing a whole lot. I came back from Chile and moved into a gorgeous farmhouse that needs a sitter for a few months. It's so quiet and the hawks cast shadows on the mountains and it has central vacuuming, and sometimes I wonder if it's all a dream. Then I smell my dog, who got skunked two days ago, and I know it's all very, very real.
So yes, writing. Lisa Henry and I are at it again with a tale of frat house love. I'm revising a book I've been struggling with for a year and a half now that doesn't seem to want to get any better--just longer. Yes, yes, if I keep writing new words, perhaps that will make the words that are already there good...
If only writing worked that way.
I'm also departing from my contemporary comfort zone and working on a Victorian-ish thing, which is great fun. I consider my recent purchases from corset-story.com's Biggest Sale Ever and the subsequent photos of me in a Victorian wig, various corsets, and frilly knickers "research."
So that's what's going on here. I'm also getting ready for my second go at being a bridesmaid. This time I promise I will not oil paint seven dollar Walmart flats to match my dress and then track green paint all over the reception hall. I am, however, in charge of holding the pole of a chuppah, and I see so much potential for this to go wrong.
My LHNB story "The Brat Whisperer" is now available at the mmromance website with free PDF, mobi, or epub downloads, and here's a little write up from Rainbow Book Reviews.
I think that's enough topic jumping for one night.