After I have the house to myself, I get another cup of coffee and retreat to my library. It’s called the library becauseÂ the walls are lined with book shelves. WeÂ never to get rid of books, we share them but we make sure the books make itÂ back to our private library.Â
On dog sleeps on the floor next to the futon, the cat and the other dogÂ are asleep on the futon which gives me just enough room to sit with my laptop and begin to work on the next story, Wild Justice.
In order toÂ keep writingÂ I have toÂ be a stickler for getting in my writing time or I willÂ use thatÂ time for all the other things thatÂ beg for my time like household chores. I prefer writing in the morning but if that doesn’t work out I spend an hour writing after dinner and dishes. The morning is the best time for creative work for me, Â beforeÂ the hassle of everydayÂ problems wear me out and sap my creative juices.
Writing is like an addiction for me. I have to write. I have to continue on even if no one reads my writing. I am not sure there is a cure for me.Â Â I am not sure if it is a blessing or a curse.
- About the Author
- Posts in the Past
I have been telling stories since I was in grade school. I have posted on my library wall: “When I was little telling stories was lying, Now it is fiction.”
All my stories deal with my passion, animals; how they effect our lives or how we effect theirs. We have only one planet we share together.