Writing Again

So, I finished up Angel of Darkness. I finished up those damn edits **waves to AMP editor, just in case**. Now, you'd think I would take a few days off. Just kind of putz around. Enjoy some peace and quiet. Get back to work on the blankets I'm knitting for my nephew-to-be-named-later. He's due in August. I'm about 1/3rd of the way done with one, and about 1/10th of the way finished with the other one.

Am I putzing, relaxing, or knitting?

No.

Again -

No.

No, I'm not.

So, exactly what am I doing, you ask?

Writing.

**headsmack**

I've made three or four attempts at writing Aidrian's story. If you read Eden's Pass (and you have read it, right? And if you haven't... well... why not??? :D) - ahem -

If you read Eden's Pass, you might remember Aidrian from the end. Or you might not. After all, he was a newborn and had very little screen time.

Well, I planned on writing his story - came up with the idea last summer. But, other projects got in the way (and got sold, so really, I'm not complaining) so Aidrian and his story were shelved.

Until a few months ago, when ideas first began popping into my head. Only trouble was, none of those ideas got very far. I wrote out a few later scenes (including a couple of steamy hot love scenes), so I knew where the story had to do, I just didn't know how to get it there.

Until last week. I realized that Aidrian didn't belong with the heroine I'd created for him. Nope. But, then I stumbled upon the woman with whom he did belong. Since then, I've written nearly 10k word. Not bad. So, instead of putzing, relaxing, or knitting (and really, I'm running out of time with these blankets) - I've been pounding away at the keyboard.

Ah well... I'd rather have too many story ideas clamoring to get out, than not have any at all.

Or so I keep telling myself as I look at the too-big balls of yarn and too-small patches of already-knitted baby blankets.

And Done!

Change finals to edits, and you have... ME!

ahem...


Okay - so I've had Angel of Darkness on hold for what seemed like forever. The characters (Gabriel and Regan) just wouldn't see reason, and I got tired of fighting with them so I shelved them. In the meantime, I've been busy with other, less frustrating projects. I've been editing. I've been revising (and how! My Aspen Mountain Editor is beyond tough. But, I have to admit, The Pursuit is going to be one kick-ass book when it's whipped into shape!)

Well, at the end of last week, I took a little break to prevent some serious burn out. For some reason, I decided to skim through Angel. It was the first time I'd looked at it since shelving it and I wasn't planning on working on it. I just wanted to peruse it.

Next thing I knew, I had a breakthrough and ended up adding about 10k words to finish the damn first draft. Yay! So that's one more project off my to-do list. My goal was to get all current projects finished in some way, shape, or form. Now I get to check this one off and there was a time when I wasn't at all sure it would ever even see the words The End tacked onto it.

Whew.

And now back to the revisions...

Olympics, Writing, and Some Other Stuff

The first Winter Olympics I really remember are the Games at Lake Placid, NY. I remember watching Robin Cousins win gold. I remember Eric Heiden winning pretty much every speed skating race (and I remember what a big deal it was when he came to the Memorial Day Bike Race in Somerville that spring.) I definitely remember Al Michaels saying, "Do you believe in miracles?!"

Ever since the winter of 1980, I've wished I kept up with ice skating (we used to skate on a neighbor's pond. I taught myself how to do some things and my best friend and I decided that she would be my coach and we'd make it to Sarajevo - where the 1984 Winter Olympics were. Never stopped to think that we were nine and neither one of us had a clue how to learn anything really complicated. We were nine. It didn't matter.) I have the mad urge to go skiing. All that fun stuff. For two weeks, even now, I can imagine myself as a figure skater or a skier. Or a luger (though I think those people are insane. Gutsy, maybe, but nuts.) Or a bobsledder. Or anything. Ahhh... the power of dreams...

But now it's over and suddenly, I'm back to reality - which has been polishing up the next Montgomery book to send to my editor. It's almost finished. I just need to fix a few things and then off it goes to my editor. One project down, several more to go. Then, I can get to work finishing Angel of Darkness (which has gone from paranormal to time-traveling paranormal, I think), The King's Bride (paranormal historical), and I'll be able to begin writing the western historical I've had rattling around in my mind for the last few months.

A change of pace. Should be nice.