The holidays were a busy time, and I truly enjoyed them, but the fun didn’t keep me from my reading. Among the many books I read were the latest ones from Janet Evanovich and Michael Connelly. You can’t beat Stephanie Plum and Harry Bosch for a good time.
I also did some writing, though I freely admit not as much as I should have. I’m trying to get the first book in a trilogy about three young witches who live in the mountains of North Georgia, and it has been very slow at times. I’m thrilled when I finish the day with words on paper (well, on screen, anyway).
Here are two sentences from Haunted on Bourbon Street:
Then, in a gut-wrenching slash, Roy’s energy severed my connection to Kane. Struggling, I sent my own energy out in a panic, desperately trying to hold on to Kane’s strength, but nothing worked.
And here are two sentences from my work this week:
“You thought you’d stay tonight?” Jake said angrily. “No way.”
Brenna laughed, “I’ve been reading about tigers, shifter, and I understand they like a little snarling and scratching before they have sex. I’m up for that.”
Maybe you didn’t even get two sentences in the past two weeks, but it’s a new year and a clean slate. Time to get back to writing.