News

Just a quick note before we go upstairs to bed. Wanted everyone to know that we survived the rewrite. Yea! Well, I guess you guys knew that. Jon tells me he posted something earlier today about our down time tomorrow with the electricity. Sherry helped us clean the dining room and my office. The two rooms where we divided up the time for the rewrite of A Stroke of Midnight. All the used sticky notes are thrown away. All the ones that didn’t get used this book have been moved away from the computers. The area above my main computer is clean and pristine. Empty wall space, wow. Haven’t seen that in awhile.
I must have given Sherry two hundred pages or more to shred. Old versions, different decisions than actually went into the book. I do save out takes, but sometimes I do more than one version of a scene, and I take the one that works better.
An empty office, an empty white board, an empty wall. God, I love it. I love the empty waiting. I used to be like most writers and feared the blank page, but when a book is ready to go and has been chomping at the bit as hard as this newest one, there’s no blank page to fear. There’s just recovering enough to give myself over to the muse, and let ‘er rip. Once I’m past the point that I’ve got copious notes, then it will slow down, but it’s going to be one hell of ride until then. Ride ’em cowboy.
Where does the new hobby part come into play? Jon and I had our first ballroom dance lesson. I’ve wanted to do it for years, but my first husband would not dance with me, as many husbands will not. Jon and I have always danced together from the beginning of our dating, but we just didn’t seem to have the time for lessons. I’d forgotten a very important lesson; you don’t find the time to do things, you make the time. So, we made the time. We found something new that working with our trainer has made us better at. Cool. Physical fitness translates.