Want a peek into a writer's life? Here's what I currently have on my writerly plate . . .
I'm about 3/4 of the way done on my next novel, to be released, umm, well, I think early 2018. It's The Innkeeper's Daughter, which is a sequel of sorts to Brentwood's Ward. I started this story 2 years ago, but it got shelved for awhile while I wrote another novel and a few novellas.
But in the middle of writing this story, I need to take a break because I just got edits back for the novel that will release in September, 12 Days at Bleakly Manor. Want to know what one of my edits looks like? It's not too bad, actually. I need to ditch a secondary character so that I can add in a new chapter. This new scene will further a relationship between two other secondary characters. Besides that, I need to go back in and weave in a few more hints about the heroine's big "issue" that she's been dealing with since childhood.
And, as if that weren't enough on my plate, I'm in the throes of researching the French & Indian War for another novel that I need to start writing by Easter.
Oh yeah, and lest I forget, I've got a speaking gig at the end of March that I haven't planned one little thing to talk about yet.
Also, at any moment, I could receive back edits for my next novella that's a Regency set in Cornwall called The Gentleman Smuggler's Lady.
Whew. Just typing all that made me tired.
As you can see, the writing life isn't all that glamorous. In fact, it's a lot of brainpower to juggle many stories at one time. Good thing I scheduled in that ski vacation for a little break, eh?
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?