I’ve had a bad couple of writing weeks. I’m going to blame it on the fact that life got in the way. Really got in the way this time.
So I was writing an erotic horror targeted toward EC’s Shivers line. It’s 85% complete, the second draft anyway. Just needs two more scenes in the second half and a final once over, and I’m ready to submit.
I’ve also started a historical series targeted toward Harlequin Historicals. I’ve decided to submit to them once more. I vowed that I was done, after two extremely close calls with them, but…here I am again. I want so badly to write for them, always have. I know the formula. I know what they want. I’ve probably read over 500 of them in my lifetime. I’m close. I’m really close.
So that’s where I’m at. Not a great point to be at, but I’m kicking myself in the pants this week and hoping life doesn’t kick to hard back.