The Block

So much of life is about change and learning to adapt and go with the flow.

You guys, writer’s block is a real thing. To be honest, I always kinda scoffed at people who complained about the dreaded block because I really believed that if you sat your ass down in the chair and forced yourself to put words on paper, it would happen.

And then I got The Block.

At this point, Shrilugh is dead in the water. It’s sitting in the middle of a yuuuuuuuge ocean and no breeze or current seems to be available to drag it out. I fought it for several months, then decided to take a hiatus from writing altogether to chill with the Took for a year, and I have been chewing and gnawing and shaping and molding the story in my brain all this time and…

I’m getting nowhere.

Ever since publishing in 2012 I’ve been pushing so hard–to learn the business AND get better at marketing AND write better than when I started AND write faster than a snail (which is my natural pace, and the enemy of any indie-pub author. Well, that and book pirating. Fuck you, book pirating). But I think that all the pushing has led to a nasty little thing called burn-out. And burn-out has produced the fruit of writer’s block.

Nom-nom-nom. Eat it up, writer-girl.

I am not hanging up my hat–I’m a story-teller at heart–but I think it will be good for me to shift gears for awhile. Shrilugh’s conclusion is going to have to wait. I think letting go of the story for a while will be good for me–and ultimately, it. Hopefully, as I open up my hand and let go of the dream that was Shrilugh, the words will begin to come back to me. Words that will open doors to new worlds and fresh stories.

And then maybe, one day, those words will take me back to the place where the leaves glow at night and a girl discovers she is more than she was led to believe.

Thanks for sticking with me through so many cliffhangers and so much silence.

Loads of love,

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Liar, Liar, Grumpy Pants On Fire

School started. Which means that for the first time in months I’ve been able to sit down and write.

I know I promised y’all RECKONING at the end of the summer. I lied. I didn’t know I was lying at the time, but there it is. The good news is, now that school is in session my writing routineΒ should get its sea legs back. With any luck I’ll fly through the rest of these edits in no time flat.

No way in hell am I promising any sort of date again with this book. I’m getting a little superstitious about it. I will put a date out there when the damn thing is finished.

That last paragraph was grumpy. I’m sorry. Clearly I’m caffeine/chocolate deficient. Somebody call 911. Or just send Starbucks gift cards and Peanut M&M’s.

Guess what? This guy finds his way into the pages of RECKONING. I hope you like him as much as I do.

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That’s all I’ve got for you today, my lovelies. I hope you can forgive me for being so absent, and for how frigging long it’s taking me to finish this book.

As always, all my love,

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You Are Mine

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