Archive for July, 2013


The Doggone Days of Summer….

I’ve always loved summer, at least I did when I lived on California’s Central Coast where the mercury RARELY gets above 85 degrees.  My current location is much closer to Hell’s front door, at least that’s what it feels like when I leave my air-conditioned house and face the blast furnace outside.  Growing up in such a mild climate has made me a weather wimp.  Too hot or too cold, and I shut down.

This summer has had its ups and downs.  I’m working on the edits for my next release (YEA!), but it probably won’t be published until sometime in the fall.  I’ve written two more manuscripts (another YEA!), but I really can’t do anything with them until everything with the current WIPs (that’s works-in-progress for all those non-author types) gets sorted out.  So, what do I do?  Travel?  No.  Two boys, 15 and 10, and long car rides?  I don’t think so.  Besides gas is almost $4 a gallon here.  My hubby HATES San Francisco, so if I want to go there I have to go without him.  Cycle back around to me, two boys, and long car rides.  Nope again.  It’s too dry to go shooting.  Last summer we went out to the range with a bunch of friends and a ricochet started a brush fire.  The property owners showed us the door and we haven’t been allowed back.  Grumble, grumble….  It’s not like we started the fire on PURPOSE.  Argh.

So, what have I been doing?  Well, believe it or not, I’m already working on another story.  This is a little departure for me, more rom-com and less romantic-suspense, but even that has been affected by the lethargy that accompanies summer heat and boredom.  It started out well, but with everything else going on in my life the stress seems to be choking off the outlets for my creative juices.  I can feel them pooling beneath my brain and if something doesn’t give soon, I may quite literally have a blowout.

Only authors will understand that last sentence.  People who write fiction are the only people who are allowed to live outside of the mental hospitals and not be medicated, even though they have voices in their heads.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Maybe as fall draws closer and the temps come down to a level that doesn’t have me blistering every time I set foot outside, that flood of inspiration will carry me away again.  Actually, I know it will.  It always does.  After all, where else are all those juices going to go but out?  Hmmm.  I guess if my backside expands three or four sizes overnight we’ll know the answer to that question.  And for that mental picture, YOU ARE WELCOME!  🙂