I love to shop!

More and more these days. Friday my daughter and I did the shopping thing. She doesn’t have classes on Friday so that’s what we do–shop. This Friday I’m getting my hair cut for the book signing I’m having on Saturday. Its a small new asnd used book store. I’m doing it with a fellow Samhain author, Annmarie McKenna, who writes steamy romance. I hope to pick her brain a bit while at the signing.

I have been writing some. Not a lot but at least I’m writing. I’m about half through with chapter two of Peruvian Knights. Yeah!  I read a few chapter of my book on structure and plotting, and did some reserach on The Knights Templar. I am getting into the book slowly. Maybe slow and steady is better then writing like the wind. Who knows.

Still haven’t finished The Deal. I think I’m just not sure on the ending yet. I’m hoping that it will just come to me and then I’ll be sure it’s right.

I found a great review for Inventing the Abbotts. I needed a good review, believe me.

Anyway, I’m off to try and write. You all have a fantastic Sunday!

Jerri

It’s a miracle–I’ve written!

It was only 559 words but that is better than nothing, right? I was staring at Dermott and asked Travis to start talking to me and low and behold, he did. Then my son came home from school and that was all she wrote, he stopped. So, I guess I have to ask my characters to talk to me now. Man, they’re getting harder and harder to deal with. At least now I know how to get going again. Beg, plead and they’ll throw me a bone. I’m not sure how happy I am with what I’ve written, but I think I can shine it up and make it work.

Still no word from Cerriwen on Her Man Flint. I’m not holding my breath too hard on them wanting to see all of it, though I’ve done a lot of work on the story.

I should have my second set of edits on Caddy-Did by the end of the week or early next week. Hopefully when I get them all done, I can concentrate on Peruvian Knights, and finishing The Deal, which has only a chapter or two to complete. I’m going to confess something here. I hate writing endings. I struggle with every one I write. I’m never sure how satisfying their are.

Anyway, you all have a great day!

Jerri

No writing today!

Nope, I didn’t write a word. My hubby is home today. We went grocery shopping and then I took a nap.  I haven’t read anything today either. What can I say–I’m bad! I just don’t have any burning need to write right now. I hope that changes soon.

My 19-year-old started her second semester at college today so it’s been quiet here. Probably why I was able to nap.

Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on any progress, if there is any.

Jerri

Absence, does it make the heart grow fonder?

I know I haven’t written in my blog for a long time and I had promised to do better, but life happened to get in the way.

First off, I wish I could say I was writing. I’m not. A series of things have knocked me off my desk chair. I won’t bore you with what, it’d take too long.

I finished my first round of edits for Caddy-Did, received the draft for my cover, which I really like (thanks Vanessa) and have started a new book–one chapter completed. I still haven’t finished The Deal. Insecurity has a choke hold on me right now and I can’t get out of it. I think this has been coming on for a long time.

While I wait for my muse to come back, I’m reading Plot & Structure by James Scott Bell and The Templar code for Dummies. One book is to help make me a better writer, the other is research for my latest wip, Peruvian Knights. No, I’m not going to write what I know. Rasberries to that. I want to write about something that fascinates me. I don’t care if it is received well by reviewers, publishers, agents and the like. I’ve realized that if I don’t enjoy writing something, I won’t write. 

Currently, I’m looking for a part-time job. I think I’ve been a stay-at-home mom long enough. I need to be out around people. Make some new friends–one’s I can use as characters in a book some day. Be forewarded futures buddies.

We have a new kitten we acquired about a month ago. We found him crying at our door. His names is Shadow and he is healthy, happy and a huge part of our family now. He’s a gray tabby and he is the best ever, even with him chewing up every cardboard box in sight.

I think I need to revisit what I used to love about writing. When I first started, I wrote pages and pages until my hand hurt–now I go over and over things until it loses its spark. I second guess myself in every scene–every word. Its become a job not a joy.  I want that joy back. Any suggestions on how to do that?

At this point, I think I’m rambling. I’ll say goodbye. I hope to be back tomorrow. Maybe I’ll have written something.