I have been in a writing holding pattern the entire month of October.
The Harlequin contest has stalled me out. I had no idea it would be such an all-consuming proposition when I hit submit on September 30. I have only written 294 words this month. Holy crap that’s pathetic.
I’m not really complaining. It’s been a fun and exciting experience and probably the closest I’ll ever come to being on a reality television show.
You may not know it but ten years ago, I sent an application and audition tape to the Survivor series. I really wanted to be on that show. I was not chosen.
In retrospect, I would have lasted about ten minutes. I don’t do well in the heat, I don’t like confrontation, and I’m not a backbiting, conniving wench. Some little blonde bikini-clad, demon-possessed ingenue would have eaten me up and spit me out. Or I would have just had a heatstroke and had to be helicoptered out.
Either way, I would have eventually left the island.
Instead, I’m currently on Exile Island awaiting the Jury’s decision: final three or voted off?
The good news is, after Monday, November 5, I’m hopeful I can get my mojo back and forge ahead. I have an outline for the last 29K of Reap & Redeem and a clear sense of direction. Poor Kylen and Alivia need their happily ever after, then Nate needs his story. I even have a title: Reap & Reveal.
Book three is right around the corner, but I’m trying to keep it at bay until its time.
Who knew books could be just as impatient as their writers?