A feeling

For some unknown, as of yet, reason, I believe my March to be busy. I DO have my March event in Arlington:  Home Run Author Event

Excited about that. 😊

I have a couple other things, but nothing to make me feel like I feel right now. It's giving me a bit of anxiety. I need no help in this area. 😑

I'm writing on my dark fantasy romance today. I quite love it. Infinitely darker and deeper than I've done before.

My three books I'll release this year are:  dark fantasy, "Incantation"--4th book in the Rivers Series, and "Out of the Shadows"--last book in the Canary Trilogy. I wanted to release five, but these three are the priority. I might fit in some short stories, but it's already MARCH! I didn't think I was going to make it through January, but here we are.

The ONLY bad thing about a productive day, me being at this desk tap tapping away, is that I think I need food inhalation to meet the writing productivity. If I'm in the flow, I eat more. My brain thinks that since it's expending so much energy, I must need snacks. 😂

Oh, Lordt.

Have a good Friday!

Always writing*

...and inhaling snacks on those productive days

December!

Wow.  This year has been another odd one.  Some months feeling like years while others felt like a week.  No wonder I'm usually discombobulated and wondering what day of the week it is. 

Going to be a busy month.  Christmas party this Saturday with my fellow writers.  I'm incredibly excited.  It's rare for me to go out and whatnot.  I'm well with being attached to the keyboard and chilling out in the evening.  A couple weeks after that, we're going to the Van Gogh exhibit, and I'm beside myself.  To be surrounded by that man's work on every side.  I think I'm going to cry.  Maybe a lot.  Then the holidays with family.

But what I really wanted to cover in this blog is my end sig..."always writing".  Some may think, "Oh, this cow is full of it.  Trying to make herself look or sound good." 😒   

I can assure you, however, that I'm certifiable.  I woke up at 1:14 this morning for a bathroom visit.  Crawled back into bed.  About three minutes later, the phrase "arterial spray" came to me with the scene in the current book I'm writing.  It's the reason the scene won't work.  I need to go in and fix it.  THEN...a small detail from the first book slapped me around.  Noted.  THEN...a cute idea for a series of novellas.  Then I fell back to sleep.  Eventually.

I've written a scene standing up at the island in the kitchen eating chips and dip.  Mind wandering and simply letting my brain...brain.  There have been countless times something has come to me in the car, and I turn the music down and have Siri make a note in my NOTES so that I may access it later.  

I've learned in order to be a better writer that I can't shut it down.  I've never wanted to, but I had to when I was working full-time, and it both hurt and frustrated me.  It was like trying to close a beach house door against an incoming tsunami.  

Now I let it come whenever it wants, however it wants.  I'm grateful for the voices and the insomnia.  Thankful for my characters and their stories.  I derive infinite pleasure from writing.  Some days it's like scratching my eyeball with a fork, but I'd still take it over any other profession.  

That's me.  I'm fairly consumed by it.  But hey!  Light me up.  I like the way it burns.

Always writing*