The World Moves on — Slowly

We’re enjoying lovely weather here in Central Illinois. I almost feel guilty this morning as I read about the people in Florida and Texas who are dealing with the dreadful aftermath of hurricanes. One of the latest stories covers the attempt to fight the mosquitoes in flood-ravaged Texas. Another story said the flood waters also carried raw sewage. 

In Florida people apparently are working in sweltering heat while they try to rebuild their lives. My heart goes out to everyone affected by the storms. At least authorities seem to be doing as much as they can. I read that the Air Force is lending a hand with battling the mosquitoes. But it will be a long time, I fear, before many lives will return to normal.

Meanwhile I’m basking in highs in the upper 70s with nighttime temps dropping into the mid 50s. I’ve been taking advantage of the weather by having my breakfast tea on the back patio. I want to enjoy this weather while I can. It won’t be long before winter turns up again. Ugh. I’m so not a winter person.

My writing is proceeding. I put together a publishing schedule last night and realized I want to shift focus for a while. I had been working on a romantic suspense book. But Ginger Black, Melanie Hart’s sidekick, is tramping around in my head and screaming that she wants to tell a story of her own. Goodness, she’s even handed me the title: Ginger’s Revenge. So look out world, here she comes. LOL But of course this will take me a while to write.

I Am a Snail

My current WIP is moving ahead so–s l o w l y. Partly, that’s because it’s summer, a season when my protestant work ethics abandons me in favor of taking naps and guzzling numerous glasses of ice tea.

But the main reason for my lack of impressive progress is that I’m working on my first romantic suspense novel.

While I love to write suspenseful scenes, writing romance, at least to the level where I can slap the word romance on its cover, is a terrifying experience.

Please understand, all of my books, have a light romantic thread, as humans do what they are prone to do and fall in love, even when there’s a murder lingering around the edges of their lives. Those are side stories to the murder which always takes center stage. But if I’m going to slap the word romance on this wip, I need to nudge my romantic elements up a notch–or more.

I’m trying. Part of the effort has included reading deeply in the genre. That’s helping some, but I’ve been a mystery reader nearly all my life so the shift isn’t all that easy for me.

I’ve enjoyed the books, though, so I hope that’s a plus. Anyway, should you want to check out my final efforts, keep an eye posted here. I’ll announce when the book’s done and post a sample.

In the meantime, here’s the story’s cover:BLIND FAITH final (2)