I haven't made any resolutions for the new year. I have made goals,
but just basic ones that I can control. I'm toying with changing the
genres I usually write in. Don't get me wrong I will still write
historical romances, but after releasing one more Native American
Colonial romance, I think I'm going to take a break for awhile and write
something deeper, grittier.
I'll be taking a class on writing
horror and thrillers. I'm not even sure what to expect, but I've been a
long time fan of the horror genre, both books and movies, and I think
I'd like to try my hand at it.
My website will need to be
overhauled if/when I publish in this new genre. One thing I promise, my
dear readers, is that the wide difference in genres will be noted and
explained so you have no surprises. For example, I'd hate for a reader
to pick up one of my horror books hoping to receive a romance. They
will always be distinctly marked which genre they fall in, so not to
I have a vast mind, and I think this will be a fun, rewarding writing year!
I have been writing my a** off.No clue where this inspiration is coming but
I’m not complaining.Maybe it has
something to do with my health now that I’m feeling better.Before my surgery, I didn’t realize just how
awful I was actually feeling now that I’m doing so much now.Things like exercising, reading, attending
writerly things, etc.However, it is
true that the more you write, the more inspired you are, which makes you write
I also woke up this morning to realize how truly behind I am
with real life things like housework (the carpet has a carpet of cat hair on
it), etc. Plus I remembered that biometric screenings are at work today and I
never looked up my appointment time, so it could be this morning which means I
couldn’t eat or drink anything just in case.
Biometric screenings are blood pressure, bloodwork, weight,
etc. that we have to take every year for our health insurance.They are not mandatory but your health
insurance will increase if they are not taken, so by my standards they are
mandatory.Plus I like to see my
progress each year.I’m hoping my fat
percentage has decreased.Last year I
was something equivalent to a can of Spam. This year I’m at least hoping for
lean bacon.Or maybe turkey bacon, but I
haven’t been working out that religiously.We’ll see…
I had a great day at Local Author Day at the Liverpool Library in Liverpool, NY. Thank you to everyone who came out. My readers rock! It was an afternoon of talking writing, books, and meeting some wonderful readers and fellow authors.
Oh, and the gang decided to help me while I was packing up to go to the signing. Here's Blaze and Pan deciding which boxes would be best to transport my books.
And below is Pan totally exhausted after helping me pack. Oh, the life...
“You are Ganeagaono
now.” He stepped toward her, his tone commanding.“We are your people.”
will come for me.”She knew she was
lying to herself.Dillan would not
come.Her only hope was to escape.And she would, just as soon as she could.
my words, Jessie McCrea,” Shadow spoke as if he were lecturing a child.“You are
Ganeagaononow.If anyone came for you, we would not let you go.We would do everything in our power to keep
you here.Adoption is a sacred
bond.It must not be broken.”
wanted to gouge his eyes out, but she was too exhausted and in too much pain to
argue.Why couldn’t she be home, home in
her goose down bed in the loft?
home seemed so far away.How far, she
had no idea.
took a sleeping mat from the shelf and spread it beside the fire pit.He motioned to his bed.“It is late, Jessie McCrea.Tomorrow Willow will teach you her medicine. You sleep now.”
thought of lying in Shadow’s bed made her flush.She had slept there before—naked, in fact—but
she could not sleep there again.Not
frown told her she had offended him.One
thing she had learned tonight was that these people were easily offended.Even something as meaningless as refusing a
helping of food was considered an insult.
is no elsewhere.”He draped a tattered
blanket over his sleeping mat. “My bed is yours.”
I will sleep on the floor.”
slow, provocative grin grew across his face.“As you wish, but I am a blanket thief.I hope you will not be cold.”