Sunday Morning

It is a beautiful day here in Monument, but then, most days are. Even when the temperature is low, and the wind swirls the falling snow, it’s beautiful. Today the sun is shining brightly, and when I padded my way to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I couldn’t see a cloud in the sky no matter which window I peeked out of.

The house is quiet and still. We’ve adjusted to our summer sleep schedule and rarely does anyone wake before seven. I was the first awake today, it’s been a long time since I have been, and I relish the peace.

Despite my best intentions, I didn’t write yesterday, at least not on my current book. I did write a summary for DANCE, which my publicist is actively pitching for reviews. Each review blogger asks for something slightly different it seems. I’ve created ePubs for all the books, sent secret links to download full version PDFs, and now completed the summary.

She and I meet once a week, and she brings assignments to our meeting. The longer the list, the more chagrin I feel. Any time spent on the list is time I’m not spending writing. She knows how I feel though, and hates to bring up the stuff I detest, like writing summaries. Putting a story of three hundred words into a single page, or page and a half is deplorable. If I was a short story writer, perhaps it wouldn’t annoy me so much. I’m not, so it does.

Whenever she senses I don’t particularly want to do something, she offers her assistance. What that means is she stands over me until I’ve done whatever it is. She doesn’t literally stand over me, she sits across the room. It works, as childish as I may sound. Having her there insisting I finish whatever it is, works.

At this point I have three more books summaries to write. She’s suggesting we tackle one a week. I didn’t remind her that she’s going to be out of town soon, because then she would have suggested we write another yesterday. 

Back to my beautiful Sunday morning . . . today is a writing day, and I can’t wait. I love this story as much as I’ve loved the others I’ve written. I know the eventual outcome . . . in the world of publishing acronyms it is HEA (happily ever after). But it’s the getting there part that is the most fun. What is keeping our hero and heroine apart? Which characters play the role of sidekick? Which characters from previous books can I make part of this story so we can spend time with them again? (Admittedly, that is my favorite part.) 

Unless I’m crying because I’m writing something sad, I’m usually smiling when I write. It may not be evident, because there isn’t necessarily a smile on my face, it’s more that my whole body is smiling, especially my soul.

Blog post done . . . at some point I’ll get my body on the treadmill, but otherwise, I’m hanging out in Crested Butte with Bullet and Tristan, Liv and Ben, Billy, Jace, Lyric, and Bill and Dottie. What a blessed day this will be.