Editing...Get out your red pens!

I am going through my first round of edits, when I can sneak a few spare moments away that is.

August is my time-suck month of the year.  I have been two three birthday parties, two weddings, two sides of family visiting, and managed to run away from it all for one night out with friends.

A very dear and patient friend has sent me back my first ever editing suggestions.  She sent encouragements along with the suggestions and I love her all the more for that.

I have strength in my voice and story ideas.  I want everyone who reads my stories to feel like they walk away having met new friends and had a hell of time going along for the ride.

I have EPIC fun when I write.  The thing that I really find magical about putting words on paper, is that I get to share my joy in the journey of a book.  Now I get to polish the stones I have put along this path.  I can't wait for my first steps into the publishing world.

NOW...I need to get off the internet...get off my butt...and get to work making my dream job a reality. :D

Roxy

Panera's Mystical Powers

My local Panera Bread is magic.  I am not talking about their yummo smoothies either.  My local Panera is where my brain keeps my stories locked away.

I may be getting superstitious.  Every time I head out to the restaurant I find a certain parking spot open. I go in and grab my cup of coffee, hijack my favorite mini booth and the words just flow.  Even if I am only there an hour, I am guaranteed at least 1500 words by the time I leave.  Give me a couple hours and it really gets going.

When I am struggling with a plot point, something about a little nutmeg and cinnamon sprinkled in a fresh cup of coffee lets it all finally come together.  I have nearly spilled coffee on myself multiple times, bouncing up and down in the pleather chair yelling "oooh oooh!" and mentally high-fiving myself for the brilliance that comes with a side of bagel and cream cheese.

Am I the only one who works better outside of my house?  Or do I just need to clear the clutter out of my brain?

Who cares why it works?  I am in the mood for a cobblestone muffin and some killer word count.

Lazy Days

There is something about a sleeping dog that just makes me want to cuddle up and nap too.

This week wore me out.  I should be writing.  Book 3 of the trilogy I am working on should be under my fingers right now. Or I could be working my way through mount washmore and folding all that laundry. I could even be cleaning dishes.  

But my pup and I are cuddled up.  Maybe I will snuggle just a few more minutes.  Just a few more.