I still have no word on a new release date for Keeping the Women, which kind of makes me sad. It’s officially March tomorrow and spring is finally on its way thank goodness, but I am still sitting here in my office wondering when I can start promoting again.
This past weekend I had plans to go and visit a friend, which, unfortunately fell through at the last minute, as plans sometimes do. But, with me being so close to finished my new book and with the DH already having his own plans set up for the weekend, I decided to get away on my own to write.
So I booked myself two nights in the seediest of little motels (what the DH likes to refer to as a no-tell mo-tel) and headed away somewhat close by to my old stomping grounds.
The motel was everything I had expected. It was cheap, badly decorated (if you can call it decorated) with a picture over the tv that had cracked glass, cheap looking and terrible bedspreads, various yellowed looking stains on the wall and no heat control whatsoever. The room was either freezing cold or terribly hot.
I spent friday night reading over what I had so far and making correction notes. Saturday I spent the bulk of the day writing, writing and more writing while listening to some opera and classical music. Saturday night I decided to look up another old friend of mine and apparently “we” decided to get drunk. She wound up staying over with me that night in my classy digs so we could talk and giggle like little girls again.
Saturday night I could not sleep AT ALL. I don’t know if it was because my mind was racing with all the things I still wanted to get in the book, or if it was because she snores (lol, you know I had to, Kelly) or because the rough sheets and bad mattress just weren’t doing it for me, but I didn’t wind up closing my eyes until well after three am. And, because my internal clock is a douchebag, I woke up again at six.
But I went back to my computer until Kelly woke up as well and snuck in a little more work before heading home.
Maybe it was the bad air circulation, or the fact that I was smoking like Don Draper in Mad Men, but I had such a sore throat Sunday morning that even swallowing my coffee hurt.
I feel a little better today, now that I’ve had a good nights’ sleep and better still that I am on to finishing touches only on the book now. Just loose ends to tie up and a few unfinished chapters to complete and I will be done.
Next project is writing book four in the series (my fifth book altogether) which will wrap up this quadrilogy. But I’m already making plans for the next books, which will likely focus on the same fictional Ontario town, following some of the male characters instead of the female ones.
I still dream of a day when I can say that I am a writer for a living, not having to hold down one of those highfalutin type jobs that comes with a regular paycheck and whatnot, but I’m not holding my breath at this point. In the meantime, I *can* say that I have published a novel, I have completed three others and I have no intention of slowing down anytime soon. I hope that I will soon be able to start talking about a release for Keeping the Women once again, but until then, I will continue to write.
And write.
And write.
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
C. S. Lewis
Hang in there Nuala — all good things come to good people!
Looking forward to reading them — if I can ever find the original….
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Thanks Liz. I am keeping my optimism hat on.
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Rundown motels seem like just the place to get your write on. Glad to hear it was a productive weekend, even with the lack of sleep and the sore throat…or is that part of the creative process?
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