Under pressure… 3


I am down to the wire on finishing my story for the Carina Christmas anthology. The story is written, but I’m editing the heck out of it. I’m feeling the pressure of matching the incredibly talented writing of my fellow anthology authors Anne Calhoun and KA Mitchell so I’ve been whining to a few very lovely authors who have been incredibly supportive.  Insecurity, thy name is Leah.

To add to the pressure, Tuesday was release day for Hidden Heat — which meant promoting it everywhere I could think of, changing my website, and a whole whack of other administrative chores.

In the midst of all this, my 82 year old mom has been going through cataract surgery — she has one eye operated on last week and the other one will be done in two weeks. It means a lot of pre-op and post-op visits to both her opthamologist and optometrist.

All of which means I can’t be at my computer writing, which really adds to the pressure considering my deadline to deliver the manuscript to my editor at Carina is fast approaching.  

After driving Mum to her optometrist yesterday and setting her up with a laptop computer so she can print off letters (she can’t see well enough to write by hand anymore), I came home last night and discovered the galleys for Private Deceptions in my inbox yesterday with, yes, another deadline, one I don’t want to move or miss. Yikes.

So I gave my family the “I am on deadlines; do NOT open my office door or disturb me on pain of death” speech, opened up my doc and settled into some writing/editing sprints with my friend and writing buddy Vivian Arend. And totally forgot I’d agreed to meet a friend for coffee last night as a reward to myself for surviving release day. *sob* Sorry, Nikki. I owe you dinner.

All of which leads to this … I’m retreating into my writing cave. If I’m quiet here (and I will be) just know it’s because I’m working hard to make sure you have the best possible story I can write.

P.S. I love getting emails from my readers — they really brighten up my day and make me want to keep writing.

P.P.S. Since I’m having to climb into my writing cave, help me spread the word about Hidden Heat. Tag it on Amazon, leave a review wherever you bought it or on Goodreads or Shelfari, talk about it on one of your readers loops, or best of all, tell a friend!

P.P.P.S. Since you’ve read the title, how many of you now have an ear worm of that David Bowie song? You’re welcome 😉

 


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