My muse is either very fickle or very smart. Or, perhaps, I’m either exceptionally stubborn or exceptionally stupid. More likely, it’s all of the above.
I had a plan. I blogged about my plan last time. I was working on a new historical romance. Once it was done or (at least) well underway, about the beginning of next year, I was going to stop and do an edit of Griffin’s Law. The next to be published Griffin’s is complete and has been resting pending an edit. Griffin’s is a contemporary romance set in a law school and is sort of a crossover between E-mail Enticement and a historical. Okay – if you insist- think of Griffin’s as the Grey’s Anatomy of the legal profession.
Anyway, I’ve been hard at work writing my new historical. Rather, I’ve been trying to be hard at work on the historical. I’ve been coming home after work and opening the computer to the MS every night. I’ve been opening it faithfully every Saturday and Sunday morning for the past few weekends. Sometimes, I’ve even written a few lines on it. But inevitably, after a line or two, the story leaves me and I start sneaking over to my desktop to play Snood or Solitaire. Or flipping over to check sales on Amazon, Createspace, Scribd, Smashwords, etc. Or getting sucked into something on Google News that I keep in customized form as my homepage for Internet Explorer.



