I needed out of the house ALONE for a few minutes.  Maybe even a whole hour. 
It probably wasn't the most convenient time, but I saw the window and took it.  There I was, walking into a store with absolutely nothing in mind to buy, and it hit me.  My next book.  I knew what I needed to write.
I wandered around pretending to shop when really, I was writing the first chapter in my head.  Oh, this is going to be good.  And then, is it going to be a paranormal romance or horror?  Hmmm, sort of a cross.  Call it a dark paranormal. 
Like dark chocolate.  Dark, but in a delicious way.  And now I'm wondering why I'm wandering through the store.  All I want is to go home and write.
So I did.
A whole chapter so far.  I had a lot of other things to take care of... like kids, so I didn't get more done.  But the story keeps growing in my head.  I don't know if it's a breakthrough in the world of books, but it's a breakthrough to me.  I've never read this story, but I would, if someone had written it.
I feel like I'm cheating, having a love affair with a new story when I'm still working on getting my other novels out there, but I can't help it.  I'm going to write it, and I plan on loving every minute of it.  I can always go to counseling later.
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