Problem with the internet is you get to hear all us writers whining. Okay so you get to hear me whining. Isn’t that fun? Heh.
It’s the beginning of March in Southern California and I’m looking at a bright blue sky. We’re probably going to be in the mid to high Seventies today… temperature not decade and I am about 10 songs and 1 epilogue away from ending Whiskey and Wry.
So, where do we go from here?
It’s been a rough year. Laid off, conventions, convention stress, family issues, personal boo-wigglies and whatnots made for a rough Year of the Dragon. Harsh really. Some floundering and a near skipping miss of crazy. Trust me. I’ve danced enough on that razor edge to know when I’m about to suck its edge and cut my soul.
While coffee can’t cure everything, it does help.
Year of the Snake has started and a job has to be on the horizon. Starbucks could be hiring. Hmmmmm. *grins* I’m not successful enough to do this writing gig full time and let’s face it, the cat’s gotta have his insulin.
But on the writing front, what’s after Whiskey and Wry?
I’m going to dance off field and scribble up a contemporary/semi-paranormal before heading back to Cole and Jae. I’ve been immersed in killing, blood and angst for a bit and kind of need a break. In between Dirty Laundry and Whiskey & Wry, I’ll probably be self-pubbing Black Dog Blues since there’s really not a LOT of love for Kai in the publishing world. BDB doesn’t have enough smex in it (yet) to pub to the romance section and he’s too bisexual/gay for indie fantasy press. Or maybe he just sucks but damn it! I like him. *grins* So I’ll put him out there so he can at least breathe and say he’s out there. So that’s on the horizon. There will be sex in it at some point. Dunno when but it IS a series. *grins* So hopefully soon. Or maybe he can have a quick romp towards the end of the book.
This is why I write. Because I can’t leave well enough alone.
There will be laundry. And the side wall to our yard is being redone. I have coffee, a lovely almost chocolatey dark roast with crème brulee creamer. Really, life isn’t that bad. The dogs are asleep and the cats are off basking in the sun someplace.
The good thing about this year… well one of many things… has been all of you. Really. If you’re reading this, thank you. Fucking thank you. I keep saying I couldn’t have gotten here from back there without you and I mean it. You all are like pop rocks. Fizzing bursts of surprising fruity goodness.
So thank you. And I’m off to write songs for this damned band. *grins*