Hold On

So. Hour of the Wolf is now on hold.

Yeah, I know. It's almost done, so now I put it on hold? Let me explain.

See, I realized that I'd been struggling for a while not only to complete this one, but to write at all. I'd lost my mojo.

After a long discussion with Dusty, I've decided that I need to set my current WIP aside and work on something else for a while. I hate doing it, but he's right. As it stands, that WIP will certainly get rejected. It's bad, guys. BAD.

I'll admit, I hate disappointing you guys who've been waiting for Noah and Iva's story, but trust me when I say this isn't the story they deserve. I'll get back to it, I promise you that. I just need to be in a place where I can edit and end it the way they (and you) deserve. So while it's on hold and I'm getting my mojo back, I'm working on Hide and Seek, the next True Destiny book.

Speaking of rejection, More Than Words was rejected by Carina Press. I'm going to go over it and, once I'm satisfied it's the best it can be (again), I'm going to send it to Samhain Publishing. If they take it, the series is theirs. If they don't...

I might self-publish it.

Kitty Cuisinart, I Choose YOU

So today I decided to pet my cat, Thumper. Mostly because he insisted, like he does most mornings at some point.

Doesn't he look so sweet and innocent?

Don't let that fool you. He's known as Psycho Kitty by my friends, and for a brief moment in time I forgot that.

Most of the time he hops on my lap, allows me to pet him, then descends to disappear to wherever he spends time when he's hiding from the dogs, or humans, or Darren. So today seemed like nothing new when he came to my desk and began stropping against my legs.

I should have kept an eye on the tail, though. That's usually a dead giveaway.

I don't know what I did, or who did what to him, but he decided about five seconds in that he was going to maul the shit out of me.

Hell, I even fell for the "pet my belly" trick because I was distracted thinking about my WIP. It was just like sticking my hand into, well...

Yeesh. Kitty is pissed. Maybe because I gave Precious (our elderly dog) pets first? Eh, it's not like I understand what they're thinking or anything.

Maybe I should just keep my hands on the keyboard.