Too much fun, too little writing

I’m not sure what happened this year, and especially these last few months, but one event has juxtaposed itself against another, and life’s been busy.  I thought it would slow down at the beginning of October.  I thought wrong.  Now, I think it will relax back to normal after the first week of November.  I’m not complaining.  Every single thing was fun.  My hub’s brother came to stay with us for almost a week.  He left on Tuesday.  We only get to see him once a year, and we always look forward to his visit.  My daughter’s coming for three days next week.  We haven’t seen her in a while either, so I’m excited.  But my writing . . .

I’m a creature of habit.  I like waking up in the morning, pouring a cup of coffee, and stumbling back to my writing room.  That hasn’t happened lately.  Writing has been hit and miss, worked around other schedules.  And some days, there’s no writing at all.  Maybe it was time.  Maybe I needed a jolt out of my routine, because my writing feels fresher again.  I’m more excited about it.  And I can’t wait to glue fanny to chair and write like crazy.

My editor sent me pages to rewrite for my first mystery.  Nothing too daunting.  Note to self: no cuss words–I usually don’t get too bad–but not even a “damn” is allowed in cozy Kensington mysteries.  And no hot scenes.  Everything stops at the bedroom door.  And I can’t tell you how hard it was for me to write decent sex scenes.  I almost needed a tutorial.  Now I’ll lose all my skills:)  But hopefully, I’ll write mysteries for a long time.

My second mystery (the first draft) is finished to the last fourth, only 20,000 words to go.  So what does my brain do?  It yearns to write another romance.  I should have known.  When I had to give up urban fantasy to write my Mill Pond romances, my brain kept sending me ideas for Babet and Prosper, Enoch and Voronika.  It let me know it needed closure before we moved on.  So why wouldn’t it have another romance tucked in its sneaky, gray folds before we could call me a mystery writer?

I’m ahead enough on my deadlines, I can sneak in a romance.  So I’m going to.  And maybe then my brain will be happy with no regrets.  Maybe.  We’ll have to wait and see.  So I’ll be juggling plots until I finish mystery #2, and then I’ll concentrate on the romance and finish that.  And then?  That’s too far away.  I’ll worry about that when it comes.

Happy Halloween!

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