I’m tired. I’ve been writing since this morning, and my brain’s had it. I took a short break but only could squeeze in one more scene. My brain’s calling it quits. And it’s Mae Clair and Staci Troilo’s fault.
They’re blog friends, so they’d never purposely mess me up. But I’m still blaming them. They co-wrote a book, THE HAUNTING OF CHATHAM HOLLOW, and I started it. And I’m staying up later than I’m supposed to, trying to squeeze in one more chapter before I go to bed each night. And I’m feeling it. But DAMN, this book is good!
I love mysteries. No surprise there. And I love historical. Boy, Mae’s good at that! And I love it when tension builds and builds…and Staci’s making me want to whack Aiden with a two by four because he REFUSES to believe in ghosts. When, hello! He’s talking to one.
The thing is, this is one really fun book to read. So I’m reading it. And staying up later than I should. And today, I’m feeling it. And I have my own book to write, but boy, my eyes are tired. My brain’s tired. ALL of me is tired. And it’s their fault. I thought they were my friends:) Okay, they are. But did they have to write such a good book?
I have to finish this soon before I sleep through an entire day. I guess what I’m saying is that I REALLY recommend this book. I have to finish it so I can write mine. I love dual timelines, and I love both of their writing. But…boy, am I tired.