Rebecca Brandewyne knows who I am!
Well, okay, that might be stretching it a little. But the neatest thing just happened. I received an e-mail from JoAnn Ross, a fellow author & personal friend of Rebecca's (that's Ms. Brandewyne to me, thankyouverymuch) telling me that she'd seen my blog post & passed it on to Rebecca (Ms. Brandewyne), who was very pleased to hear I'd enjoyed The Outlaw Hearts so much. How cool is that? So while she may not know who I am, per se, she at least knows I exist. :-DIn other news, I have been writing my little heart out on BEDDED THEN WED. This is the part of the book where, no matter how fast or how many pages I write, I never seem to get very far. I've been writing & writing, & the pages are piling up, yet I still seem to be smack dab in the middle of chapter 12. I feel like I've been in the same spot for days. Don't ask me how that's even possible, it's just what seems to happen every time I near the end of a new book. But I keep telling myself, The End is near, crawl if you have to. A nifty piece of advice passed on to me by Maureen Child. (LOL Am I name-dropping tonight, or what? Sorry, didn't mean to.)
Anyway, while I was on the phone with The Donald...
Kidding! I don't know any Donalds...unless you count Donald the Duck. :-P (And this is me completely sober. Last night, I had a beer with my dinner & fell asleep afterwards. Scary, huh? Welcome to my world.)
Anyway... It's going well. The words are coming to me fairly easily--knock on wood--& I'm having fun with the scene I'm working on now. Which I can't tell you about because I'm kind of hoping it will come as a surprise when you actually read the book.
Time to get back to it! I can't leave my hero & heroine alone for long or I may never finish ch12.
