I’m back from RWA in San Antonio, and I’m completely overwhelmed and inspired at the same time!
Coincidentally, it’s AUDREY’S PROMISE‘s book birthday this week! 1 year ago a dream came true and my debut contemporary romance went live on Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble!
So to celebrate, I’m giving away a free copy of AUDREY’S PROMISE and a bunch of books and other goodies I picked up at RWA! 1 lucky commentator on either my Facebook post or Twitter page or this post will win! You have to say what you love about romance novels, and I’ll announce the winner on Friday.
So tell me, WHAT DO YOU LOVE ABOUT ROMANCE NOVELS?
Today feels like the first day of fall, or the closest you can get to it in North Texas in September.
It’ll be here for two days.
The unfamiliar sighs of relief from every resident of the Lone Star state have echoed everywhere. Seems like my home has been plagued by a perpetual drought for the last decade. Seattle, Boston, Providence, New York- thanks for sharing some of your commonplace weather with me. They’re worth dancing for here where I live.
My hubby brought back a white chocolate mocha for me from Starbucks. The only things missing are a wood fire and one of my mom’s quilts.
But instead of curling up with a delicious book , I’m banging my head against my keyboard.
That’s right people… I’m stuck.
I can’t get past a certain scene in the manuscript I’ve free-written without any plotting or sketching. And I can’t get my butt in gear to focus on outlining. Not because I keep getting down-trodden from more rejections (I refuse to admit that). But because my muse has decided to hide behind the rain clouds today.
My son’s down for a nap, so I have at least 1.5hrs of free time. And spending it stuck in limbo is as frustrating as a recovering chocoholic in a Buncha-Crunch factory.
I won’t have time later this weekend, since we have a birthday party to go to later today and a bunch of errands tomorrow (and taking time to go to a writer’s meeting).
I thought the rain was supposed to bring out my muse. Why is it hiding? Or perhaps you’re trying to tell me something much more important. That perhaps I don’t want to hear.