Here I am, trying to lay out the storyline for my next novel in the Veteran’s Heart Series. In all likelihood I’ll spend seven to nine months on the project with a goal of writing 80,000 words.
For the next few months I will live in a world that is somewhere between reality and something else. My characters will keep me up at night with their problems (sigh... I have to solve them), they’ll make me laugh at their antics, and cry over their heartaches. No, I’m not schizophrenic. I’m just a writer. A totally absorbed writer. And I love it.
Now’s as good a time as any to sing praises for my husband Jim who, for the duration of the writing of this manuscript, will endure less-than-stellar meals, wonder when his favorite pants/tees/undies will make it through the wash and back into his closet/drawers, and put up with me occasionally calling him Hank, Edward, Dex, Corbin, or other fictional character’s name. I couldn’t have made it through the last three manuscripts without Jim’s loving support.
To all of you who came to visit my blog, thanks for coming along on this journey with me.