I think it’s pretty clear to anyone who knows me that I’m a hopeless romantic. My husband is going out of town again for a few days and I have to say, it’s depressing. The only good news is that it forces me to get some writing done.
So tonight I’m going to sit down with a glass of wine and get cracking on one of my WIPs, and see what I can manage. I’m still flip-flopping between working on The Bond That Saves Us and Heaven’s Fire (book two of my urban paranormal). I have a feeling Sean might win out…
Either way, I need to get my head back in the game. It’s been a long spell for me since I’ve sat down and had a proper writing session. With my headache finally gone, I think I might be able to get started tonight.
Everyone…say a prayer to the writing gods for me.
Thanks for putting that song in my head.
All I have to say is “FREEDOM!! I’m done, I’m done, I’m done!!”
Woot! Woot! Woot!
Much running around with my shirt over my head and my arms in the air.
Btw, I also died my hair red with purple in it. Muwahahahaha.
*blinks*
Pictures girl…I need them.
And congratulations!!!!!
I’m finally at the point where I need to start plotting my next WIP. Or go back and rewrite an old one.
I totally understand missing DH - mine used to travel all the time. At least nowadays we have IMs and texting and cell phones to stay in touch. They really help. Then again, they also remind you, he’s not there in person. Ah, well. Write yourself a good sensuous scene and imagine him there with you.