I know, irritating as heck to some of you that I don’t talk about writing (or, specifically, my writing). Instead, I go on rants and rambles about mentally off-rocker women having 14 babies, the Feds messing with everything including our television reception, and all sorts of stuff in-between.
So, here is a post about writing, or, specifically, my writing.
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There. Happy now?
Okay, seriously now. I am writing again. I am working on Nikki and Ellen’s story. I piddle with it a little each day, reacquainting myself with them and the Lesbian Collective of High Pond. I started reading Lee Lynch’s Morton River Valley today and that helps get my creative brain to begin its end of hibernation. I don’t have a goal set for myself. Just a little at a time, taking it easy and trying to get it all working again.
R and D want me to work on the “Simple Sarah” novel(s) instead. But I feel that if I can get another Butch Girl book out, then I will have oiled the gears enough that I can get to the more serious, more fun stuff.