So, I finish the rewrite of Santuario II, send the manuscript out to my betas, and start plotting the next book in the series, when, with a terrible screeching sound, a project careens in sideways and shimmies right in front of me, tempting and seductive. Did I mention, I’m weak?
So, yeah, I’m writing something completely different right now. A contemporary romance in a shared universe. More about that later.
In other news, I got all my beta edits back last week, and will be starting the last pre-sub edit pass today, submit the thing in May, and probably work on the requisite structural, line, and copy edits over some part of the summer.
Plus, write the contemp. Which has a submission deadline (My first fiction deadline ever! I’ll be hyperventilating over here in the corner.) for the end of the year. That’s an easy ride for some authors I know. For me, that’s warp speed. The muse, insensitive little witch, is, of course, dancing the Snoopy dance of delight.
