Wow, I can't believe August is half over. Now that I've recovered from my dueling deadlines for two stories that couldn't be more different from each other, it's time to dive back into work. I'd like to hit the 40% mark for the fantasy. I think that's easily doable. I'd also like to take a look at the mystery I started, part of a trilogy set in New Orleans. (My favorite city.) And get back to work on that.
Also, I have a couple cover reveals coming up. The sci-fi one is for the boxed set I'm in should be up August 31st. It's pretty sexy, y'all. I can't wait to share it. That should be out in October. The second is for "Other Side of the Line," an interracial, sweet romance that started as a fast friendship when the boys were kids. That will be up as soon as everything is finalized and will be out sometime in September.
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| Amtrak train |
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| Michelangelo sitting room |
I thought it would be fun to post some pictures of places where I wrote recently. It was a three hour train ride so I brought along my laptop and worked on the final edit/read through of "Other Side of the Line." I almost managed to finish it on the train, but not quite. I had the best intentions to finish before bedtime, but by the time I made it to the hotel, found a place to eat and had a beer, I was ready to crash. (I've actually found two beers I like now.) And that hotel room was made for crashing. Now I know I work for a pretty swanky place. My husband calls it the Ivory Tower, but I don't often get to dip my little fingers on this side of the life. Normally, I'm putting together the expense reports on the other side and making the travel reservations. This hotel suite had two separate bathrooms. (Including a bidet.) One with a humongous tub. Now I love a huge tub. I love to read there when I get a chance. So no more working for me that night.
But since I'm used to waking up at 5:30 am and I didn't have to be in training until 9:30. I slept in a bit and had more than enough time to grab a coffee and finish up my edits in the super nice sitting room. I wish my husband and son could've come along. I think they would've loved it. So NYC wasn't the weirdest place I ever wrote, but it was definitely the swankiest!
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