I've been busy editing, writing a synopsis, trying to push forward on a little Regency novella I'm working on. Yeah, that. I won't lie. It's scary. I have no idea what I'm doing with it. In fact, I'm a little horrified because I'm nearly one third done with it and the hero and heroine have met exactly once when she was reeling from a head injury. Good going. I really have to amp things up in the remaining two thirds.
My intentions were to go to work on another contemporary western--yeah, that too. I think I've written nearly a page. The title I came up with sounds stoopid, which is a point of frustration. So I turned elsewhere.
|I got my hair did. You like?|
I'd kind of taken a break from writing for the last couple of weeks. It's nice to be back in the swing of things. I feel better when I'm torturing characters (spoiler alert: I shot an arrow into Eoghann. It felt so good). Especially when it's smooth going. Here's hoping the next 36-40 thousand words go as well.