So it Goes

I've been writing like mad ... well, maybe that's an overstatement.  But I've gotten at least 1500 words done each day, and the book has taken shape.  Right now my hero has just climbed into bed with my heroine,w which is problematic since earlier in the day he hurt her to get information out of her and she's understandably furious and a little frightened.  I'm not quite sure what's going to happen next, but it's bound to be interesting.

I tend to make these things up as I go along.  Oh, I have a general idea of where things are going -- it's like planning a trip.  I know the destination and the stops along the way, but I'm not sure how I'll get there.  It's much more interesting that way, even if it's a bit harder.

I was stuck on this book for a long time, mainly due to the physical problems I was having. I have a frozen shoulder and I couldn't type for almost four months (or barely) so I was dictating and writing long hand and having long waits in between.  So it took a while for the book to come together.  Now that it's taking off (and typing isn't so painful) I'm loving it, but I have that due date looming over my shoulder.

I went down to visit Jenny Crusie, my BFF, and I was hoping that together we'd brainstorm the end of the book and I could just write my assignment for each day.  It seemed like such a lovely, simple way to write a book.  Alas, the book started coming on its own, and I'm back to my wicked old ways of flying into the mist as Jo Beverley calls it. I'm like a trapeze artist -- I swing and leap and hope something's there to catch me.

It always has been, so I have faith.  But in the meantime life is getting in the way (my mother BFF was hit by a car a couple of days ago and I'm desperate to go and see her but she already has a hoard (horde?) of family gathering round and they don't need somebody else.  So I sent the family cupcakes to cheer them and I'll go out when she starts her recovery, which will probably be long and tedious.  That's when she can use me.

In the meantime, I'd better finish the damned book.  Because Emma and Brandon are waiting in the wings now, ready to step on stage, and there's a gothic set in Spain that I'm dying to write, and an art forger in the 1930s, and an RAF pilot and the wife of a conscientious objector during WWII, and another FIRE book, and all sorts of goodies just waiting to pop out.

Onward!