And we're nearly a full month into it, I know. Only days from February, which means Valentine's is right around the corner. Where is the time going?
Well, I can tell you where my time is going. I've been converting minutes into words. Then more words. Of course, the delete key is getting a workout, too. More than I'd like, actually. BUT, my one and only goal for 2020 is to write. More importantly, to continue to enjoy writing.
Sounds easy, right? Not necessarily so. And I think that's the problem. Writing can't be forced. I mean, sure, I can sit down and write the words, but to fall in love with the characters and the story, I have to let myself breathe during the process. I've spent years caging myself into these boxes (also called series) and the most bothersome for me is that I get you interested and then ... radio silence from the characters. Not fair, is it? Not for you or for me, I promise. I feel it too when I want to sit down and chat with the boys from Sniper 1 Security, or the mob boss from Southern Boy Mafia. What about the Lambert sisters from Dead Heat Ranch?
So, what happens when they aren't talking to me? Well, that's easy, I just start writing something else. Does it work? Yes and no, depends on the timing, really. I mean, after all, that process is what spurred the additional series. And the good news, I've completed a few. Club Destiny, Pier 70, The Unhinged Trilogy. However, there are some that are just dangling out there. Austin Arrows, anyone?