Dirty little secrets

Some people love buying shoes, some people love buying knickers (you know who you are), but my guilty secret is buying research books. I have nearly fifty. Fifty people. This addiction is out of control. You might be thinking that writing historical romance calls for research books and it does, but really, if I could buy a book about how people bought knickers in the 1st century AD, I would. So, to help alleviate my guilt I thought I would post a few of the them over the next few weeks and tell you a bit about them (the one thing I hate is perchasing a research book that doesn't cover what I want). You never know, you might find that you have the same dirty secret as me.

Happy days!

Hooray! The first draft of the W.I.P is done. To celebrate here's a picture of my hero Cullen.

I am very excited about this ms and can't wait to get stuck into revisions.

Oh, I've changed the working title to The Barbarian's Desire, What do you think?

I hate exercise.

I went. I actually went to aqua aerobics. Now I hurt. Lots.
Okay, it actually hurt more to drive away from the house knowing I was not writing-that I should be writing than the actual exercise. I know, I'm anal.
But it really helped my muse. I wrote more the following day than I had in weeks. Double yay! I've also allowed myself to write crap and it felt gooood. I'm sure I won't think that when I go through and revise, but hey, people say you can't fix a blank page.

Hmmmm, toys....

Cool, look what i've found. Things to take my mind of writing...

You Communicate With Your Ears

You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker. What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions. You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself. Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.

How Do You Communicate?

What no blog?

I’ve been slacking but it’s been for a good reason, which went bad. I won’t bore you with the details but let’s just say that no matter what you do to some manuscripts, certain things are better left dead.

In other news, progress on the W.I.P is slow, but hopefully I’ve finally cracked my hero’s motivation and I have learnt one valuable thing. I need to work from an outline. Simply writing from the seat of my pants just doesn’t work for me, mainly because I seem to get my knickers in a twist over certain things and go off on major tangents. I knew something was not working for me in this ms, I knew it in my gut, but could I put my finger on it? Nope. But thanks to fabulous and incredibly patient crit partner I now have a hero who has the potential of being great. I just hope I can pull this off.

My but is also still expanding. Thanks to the extra work that came in I have failed miserably to do anything that remotely resembles exercise, but honestly, if the choice was between have a large glass of Rioja in front of a roaring fire and going outside where it’s cold and dark to sweat and look hideous in a pair of shorts what would you choose?

Anyway if you want to read something beautiful try here: http://anna-lucia.blogspot.com/
Oh, and give her a few hugs too.