So I started “plogging” today over on Amazon.com, something I’ve been meaning to do for a very long time. Plogging made me think of blogging, so now I’m doing that too. Erm…plogging really IS blogging, right? Yeah…thought so.
So it’s a beautifully chilly fall day. My favorite kind. I’ve got quite a list of things to do today. I need to take our desktop computer, just returned from the Geek Squad after two weeks of them “fixing” it, back into be “fixed” again. Grrrr. I think I have to get my bitch on this time. I hate getting my bitch on.
I need to clean my house! Well, okay, I want to clean my house and, you know, even romance writers have to scrub their toilets. It’s cold outside, I have candles burning, and I’m nesting. I feel all domestic and have a yen to make chili and old fashioned chocolate cake for dinner.
Can I mention how much I love my washing machine? I can stuff our entire king-size comforter in there, which means I don’t have to schlep all the way to the laundromat and be assaulted by cute children who want to rip keys off my AlphaSmart and steal my quarters (which is exactly what happened the last time I was there).
I also plan to write at least 3k on my new proposal for Berkley Sensation. This book is the sequel to Witch Fire (releasing next summer). I’m itching to get my hands on this book and there are chores standing between me and it. Somehow I think the chores need to go bye-bye.
Witch Fire is finished and turned in. It’s the story of Mira, a witch with extraordinary magickal gifts. When a group of warlocks hunt her with the intent to steal her power, Jack, a fire witch, is sent in to be her bodyguard. You’ll have to read the book to see the kind of heat they generate.
The next book has the bland working title of “Earth Magick”. It probably won’t stay Earth Magick, but I need to call it something. I adore my characters in Witch Fire and, as Thomas and Isabelle bloom in my mind, I can tell I’m going to love them too.
So, through the course of this blog I’ve realized the Geek Squad can HANG, the house can get messier and we’re having tomato soup for dinner. My writing fingers itch.