During that time span, we remodeled our home, including the kitchen...so for six months, I awoke every day to different people stomping around the house before I even got dressed.
|A giant hole in the yard|
was just the beginning
I'd trudge down in my pajamas and ask where they put the coffee maker that day, because that and the toaster oven were the extent of our working appliances. Usually it was sitting on a step ladder somewhere, and occasionally I had to find an extension cord to get it working. Let's just say it wasn't the most conducive environment to write romance. If I even tried, invariably a contractor would show up within five minutes, asking me where I wanted the light switches to go. Huh? Put them where you think they should go. I'm trying to channel the ghost of Brandy.
|It was worth it! ^ This stool is|
where I write.
Gull Harbor was finished--and contracted--in record time. Certainly it was time for a rest. But I had two new stories tugging at my imagination--which to pursue? I decided it was time for something different, and I embarked on a journey into the world of Nephilim in my first YA paranormal romance.
Nine months later, I had yet another finished full length manuscript. Three in five years...not bad. Since my current publisher does not handle YA, I began the query process all over again. That in and of itself is quite a daunting and time-consuming process. Surely now I should take that break, relax, and hope an agent or publisher is interested in Divine Fall.
I'm trying. Really. But I feel strangely adrift. I miss my characters. I miss living in their world, experiencing their next moves as the intricate plot comes to life in my mind. Jamie and Dothan will have their incredible story told, and I'm sure I'll be back with them when it's time for edits. But in the meantime, can I just sit back and wait?
Again, I'm trying. But that other story that took a backseat to Divine Fall is beckoning. The first three chapters are there. The preliminary research is done. Emily and Brett are waiting, and so is Jonah's ghost. I know on some level my brain needs time to recharge. Somehow, I need to get that message to my characters. Their time will come. They'll have to be at least a little bit patient. And I'll admit, I'm not usually one to advocate patience--it's not my strong point. But in this business, it's a necessary virtue.
So I'll tackle my To Be Read list while I try very hard to take that break from writing. Judging from the long blog post I just joyfully typed up, it should be no problem. Wait...