With The Secret Next Door now back with my editor for second round edits, a new book idea has planted itself in my head. I was reluctant to start this new book for some reason but I didn’t really know
I don’t know why, but this writer’s life always seems to unfold in either a creative feast or famine. And as I’ve said in some of my more recent posts, these last several months have been nothing but word starvation.
Mental Health Mondy and I thought it would be fitting to talk about productivity during these quarantine months. In short, for me, it’s been a huge struggle. Between the news about the virus, disruption of life as I typically know
I was working on the new book today. Pushing my main character up against walls, depriving her of her desires, and it got me thinking about what she wanted. Which, of course, needs to happen with every character in every