I managed to get two more chapters off to my favorite editor last week. That brings me up to 20 chapters. Yay!
TO DO: I’ve outlined the next three and have started writing them. I’m falling a little behind, only because my husband decided to gift me his nasty cold yesterday. as an early present.
This morning, I woke up with a sore throat, stuffed up, and feeling like someone beat the tar out of me during the night. Is he sorry? Heck no. He laughed. I’ll remember that the next time he’s sick.
Will I get the first draft done by Tuesday? Probably not. Will that stop me from getting it done this week? Heck no! At the very latest, I’ll have everything done by next weekend. And with yet ANOTHER snow storm due to hit this week, it looks like I’ll have plenty of time to write.
I’m kinda used to Mother Nature taking a white dump on my birthday in Alaska. But in North Dakota? Come on! Texas is looking better and better.
Until next week, stay warm!
Hi! I know it’s been awhile. And I wish I had a really good excuse for not checking in. But I don’t.
Have I been writing? Yes and no. I was writing like a fiend up until the day before we left for our vacation. We headed out of Watford City, North Dakota on November 22nd to drive down to Galveston, Texas.
We took our son on a five day cruise for his 11th birthday. We visited the ports of Costa Maya (the picture is from the fabulous private resort at Nohoch Kay) and Costa Maya.
We got back to chilly North Dakota on December 3rd and I have yet to write a single word. Other than this blog post. I think I am stuck on ‘island time.’ I know my heart sure is!
I’m mad at myself for not getting my ass in the chair and finishing the last THREE chapters of book two of the Annunak Series! The characters have been harassing me. My editor probably thinks I’m stuck on an island in the Caribbean, somewhere. Friends have been asking me how the writing is going. And all I can do is shrug.
It might be because I’m distracted by life stuff. You see, I found a private school in Texas that specializes in nonverbal autistic kiddos. And I’ve been working on getting my munchkin enrolled for next year. But it means moving as soon as school gets out at the end of May so he can test it out over the summer semester. I’m a little stressed. That’s only about four months away. There are lots of things to figure out and coordinate. All by myself.
Hubby would like to help, but this is the busy season and he’s been working 90 – 100 hours a week. We’re lucking if we see him for an hour a day.
BUT! I have committed to finishing book 2 and getting it published before I pack up my office and head for warmer shores. Now, THAT part, I’m excited about. I’m over all these -20s temps!
I’m also going to try my best to post an update on all the craziness once a week. As well as figure out this whole ‘newsletter’ thingy.
So, if you’ve stuck with me this long, I thank you from the bottom of my frozen heart! Until next week, take care!
General Koonis slowly walked towards the judge’s bench while explaining, “Ever since we were dragged into that little scuffle between the Greys and Proximians from Proxima Centauri three years ago, we have been building radar and listening stations on the outermost dwarf planets of our solar system. But because it’s considered beyond dangerous to drop a human off on some lonely, remote satellite with just a suitcase full of supplies and a half-hearted ‘good luck,’ our government deemed it cost effective to use a certain element of the population to man these bases.”
Happy Monday, friends! How about another snippet from The Reluctant Emissary to start off your week?
A low whine passing above him caused him to look up. The matte gray underbelly of an inner solar ship passed high overhead, it’s landing lights flashing like a strobe light. As long as I live, I will never get used to those ships.
Maybe it was this exact parking spot. Or maybe it was the weather. Whatever it was, he was suddenly thrown back two years ago, to the night he had met her. The woman that had finally made him feel like he had a purpose in this filthy, overpopulated, alien-dominated world. Even Alaska, “The Last Frontier,” was beginning to feel crowded as people looked for an escape from the jam-packed mega-cities.