I started writing a new book a week ago Monday.
In the seven days I’ve been able to work on it, I’ve written 58,000 words – so things are moving right along! I hope to have it finished before next Monday.
Sometimes, I get so sucked into the story, into the groove of the characters and their individual lives, hours can slip by and I don’t notice. Then, I realize that the flowers I was going to let the hose run on for a few minutes have probably drowned, the cat is still in the garage were I left him crunching down his afternoon snack, the clothes I loaded into the washer have been ready to move to the dryer for six hours.
I get a little distracted, to put it mildly.
I’ve also decided I get a lot more done if I pretend I have no internet service and no access to any social media. So if you don’t hear from me for a few days, I’ve got my nose to the grindstone, madly typing away.
When I finish this book, I’ve got four more to do before November – so keep me accountable! We’ll check these off together.
In the meantime, I’ll give you a little hint about what I’m working on. It’s the third book in the Rodeo Romance series. The title is Capturing Christmas.
And just for fun, here’s a little teaser (remember – I haven’t edited any of this yet!).
The rumbling sound of pounding hooves snapped her out of her musings and she stared in wide-eyed fear to her right. A group of bucking horses ran toward her as the stock company moved them from behind the chutes to a waiting trailer.
Without time to move forward or back, Celia squeezed her eyes shut and sent up a prayer that her end would be swift and painless.
Shock rippled over her when she felt herself lifted rather than trampled into the dirt. Her eyes popped open and she looked into a pair of blue eyes filled with concern.
“I’d think someone like you would be smart enough to know better than to do something that stupid, Miss McGraw.” The man frowned at her as he held her across his lap, riding over to the fence and out of the way of the horses.
Too shocked to reply, Celia gulped and continued staring at him, slowly realizing she hadn’t been killed.
At least she assumed she hadn’t died, unless angels wore dusty cowboy hats, dark blue chaps, and were breath-stealing handsome.