I managed to get a little writing in this past week, just not near as much as I would have liked. It’s hard to find quiet time when you only have two days off, and a ton of things to get done. I try to remember how I managed to get any writing in when I had a regular Monday through Friday job. Oh, yeah, I would write for a couple of hours at night. Of course, I was only working eight-hour days. Working twelve-hour days now leaves me exhausted. The last thing I want to do is sit at a computer and write. All I manage to do is scarf something down, shower, head to bed. Such is my life. Not the least bit glorious. It is what it is.
What writing I did get in revolved around one character. Every time I got to a stopping point, figuring I would insert a scene break and write about someone else, I would get blocked. Absolutely nothing came to me. That was a first. Especially with my Kindred. So, I continued with the one character, and the story flowed. Guess he wanted to have his say. I’m not finished, but I know where it’s going. I’ll be getting in more writing on my next five days off.
The weekend after that will be Booking in Baton Rouge. I’m prepared for the trip. Not sure if I’m ready, though. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going. But it’s been over two years since I’ve done a large book signing, and I’m more than a little nervous about the whole deal. Throw in the fact that I’ll be going alone, and I don’t know anyone. It’s hard for any introvert. But I’ll get through it, and I’ll have fun. Because that’s how it works when you’re surrounded by a bunch of people who love books as much as you.
Until next week,