I have finished the first draft of The Unselfish Uncle. I’m now going through the fsolirst rewrite of the book, then I will send it out to my reviewers for their input. It’s taken me a bit longer than I anticipated, mainly because I started working on the first novel of the Crystal Cove series. But I realized (especially after my editor read the riot act to me) that I need to finish the Hot Dog Detective series before I get too deeply into a second series.

After I publish The Unselfish Uncle, I have six more books to complete the entire Hot Dog Detective series. I can say now that the next trilogy in the series will focus on Rufus and his problems with PTSD.  The second series will focus on some unresolved issues between Pierson and MacFarland. I bet that few of the fans of the Hot Dog Detective series realize that MacFarland knew Pierson before he met Nicole…but there was another man in Pierson’s life.

Well, it’s time to get back to work. I have to get Unselfish Uncle done, then get to work on the last six books in the series.

 

There are times when I find it difficult to distinguish real life from the fictional lives I live in my stories. Yes, I admit it…I do live the lives of the characters in my stories. Not just the heroine or hero, but all of the characters. In a sense, a writer has to live as though those characters are not only real, but are also her.

In real life, I’ve been concerned with taxes, doctor’s visits, squabbles with my siblings, weight…a whole host of itchy problems that plague modern life. At the same time, I have to deal with MacFarland, who is going through some sort of midlife crisis as he tries to determine what he wants to do with his life and with whom he wants to do it. Add to that Pierson, who is becoming more and more frustrated with her own career choices.

The difficulty for me as a writer is, how do I separate my own frustrations from the frustrations my characters are feeling? Or do I use my own life as fodder for my character’s psyches? More importantly, if my personal life continues to sail in the doldrums, how do I ensure that my characters can evolve in their own fictional lives? At some point, real life influences fictional life, but at another point, fictional life must live on its own.

I didn’t write much last month. I guess you could say I took December off. Most of my time was spent glued to the television, binge-watching Hallmark Christmas movies. Ah, nothing is better than love in December!

I plan on changing my lethargic ways. Not only am I going to finish The Unselfish Uncle this month, I am also working on a new series, the Crystal Cove Mysteries. I will say more about that series in a later post.

I have lofty goals for 2019. I expect this to be a better year than 2018, in more ways than one. For one thing, I plan on getting new glasses, so looking at the computer screen (or the Hallmark channel) will be a lot easier.

Happy New Year, everyone!

November is over, NaNoWriMo is finished, and the Christmas season is upon us.  I wish I could tell you that I demolished NaNoWriMo, but the truth is I only wrote 21,000  I feel like a failure.

I know why I didn’t complete my writing goal for November.

I got distracted.

It’s my daughter’s fault. Yes, I can definitely blame her. She started showing me these house plans for her dream home.  Ah, the demon child! She knew I couldn’t resist designing and decorating a dream home. After all, I spend half my time watching the Home and Garden network (the other half is spent watching Hallmark Mysteries and Movies, and the other half is spent watching cable news).

Well, one day grew into two days, then three days, then more, as we searched floor plans, models, designs, and decoration ideas. Soon, we came up with the idea of building a model of the dream house.

This was our final undoing. A few days of light computer searches soon exploded into a week or more of buying hobby supplies, balsa wood, glue, paint, everything needed to create a fairly accurate HO scale model of the dream home.

It’s still not finished. We need to work on the landscaping, the interior paint schemes, the furnishings (yes, furnishings…what good is a house without furniture?). And of course people to put into the house. (Who knew that they had tiny figures that could be used on HO train boards…or in our dream home? It’s an amazing world out there.

So, instead of another novel, I have a model house. I’m still trying to decide if the trade-off was worth it.

But it is one damn nice dream home!