Over the years(!) since I started this blog, I’ve come to the conclusion that writing about writing is a bit pretentious unless handled with care.
About the only thing of value I find anymore is a check-in for my blog harem (tee hee). My current work in progress is this. What’s next is that.
Why is that? I’ve wondered why those posts are popular, when others are not.
My theory: it’s because of action. I’m talking about things I did, or things I am just about to do.
So what am I doing?
I’m writing. I’ve gotten this contract under control (finally!) and have spent the entire weekend writing in a novel called Death By Lingerie. It’s a Lexus Toulouse murder mystery, and it’s shaping up to be a dozy. Poor Lexus gets in trouble. She gets in a lot of trouble. And to find herself again she has to go to places she isn’t supposed to go to. Do things that she never should do.
Never has crazy been so much fun to write! It’s science fiction just the way I want it.
Damn, I love being a novelist.
