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I got a peek at my cover for Understood, my December 19th release. I was really pleased. Once again, Anne Cain delivered what I wanted. :banana: I can’t wait to see what she comes up with for my January releases. I have two, one historical and one contemporary. Hopefully I’ll be able to post the December cover pretty quickly.

I’m hating where I currently am on my proposal. I’m full of doubts. :help: Everything I come up with doesn’t feel good enough. After coasting through a few months of high spirits and healthy confidence level, I guess it’s time for a plummet into the abyss again. :dunno: At least I got a lot of work done before the downturn.

I envy writers who can sit down and get it done no matter what. My creativity is too tied to my moods. If I’m in the right frame of mind, I can create magic. But if Im flailing, my writing goes straight down the toilet. The thing is, I used to could sit down and write crap. Believe me, I did it often enough. I could blissfully put words to computer and be content to go back and make it pretty and shiny later. While I still write pretty fast, I’m not near as quick as I used to be. I labor more over each word, every sentence and paragraph. It DOES cut down more on the editing I have to do, but it can be frustrating when I’m stopping too often to correct something mid thought. So while my first drafts are much tighter and require fewer corrections, they come much slower than they used to.

And that’s where I am at my current proposal. Instead of just writing crap, getting it out of my head and onto paper, Im mulling, obsessing, peeling each word painfully from my brain. I’m scrapping ideas before they ever make it to document which means Im spending a lot of time looking at white space.

How was everyone’s weekend? The weather here was gorgeous. Instead of the usual 100 degrees it was more like 90. :cheer:

We took a spur of the moment trip to my sister’s in Louisiana. It turned out to be a family gathering as my brother drove in and we met up at my dad’s. It was fun but exhausting. My little niece (she’s five weeks old and soooooo cute!) was just a little doll. Really, there is nothing sweeter than a newborn.

So me, being the sweet, NICE sister I am, offered to take a feeding shift in the middle of the night so my sister could get a good night’s sleep for once. My husband good naturedly took the 11pm feeding and then I got up at 2am when she woke up again. Wide awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed awake. She wasn’t going back to sleep. No way huh uh.

So she ate, pooped, ate some more then pooped again. Spit up, I changed her, then she spit up again. Then she cooed and gooed at me while we had an indepth girly conversation as it wore on from 3am to 4am. Is it any wonder God makes newborns so darn cute? If he didn’t, the population would drop by 50 percent lol.

At 4am, I crawled back into bed with hubby who turns over and says, “You want another one?” We both died laughing and gave quick thanks that our youngest is six and quite self sufficient these days. :kissing: