The book is smokin’

I love the rush of when a new scene starts to sparkle. The razor-sharp dialogue, the witty banter…and the book starts to take a life of its own. I hit a screeching road block at the first turning point and it was time for the conflict to escalate. I found the perfect means, and now I’m rubbing my hands together with glee, just watching my characters try to worm their way out of this one. Fun, fun.

I’m still juggling the responsibilities of teaching, motherhood, and the terrible TV addiction to shows like 24, American Idol, and Lost. Can’t wait for the summer when I can crank out more pages.

Anyway, it’s in the rough sketchy stage now, where the pages just bleed out. I’ll have a bit of clean-up to do, fine-tuning and so on, but it’ll get there.

Got a rejection from HQN the other day. That’s okay. I still believe very strongly in this book. It’ll find a home and an editor who loves it.

Today’s trivia: Women in the nineteenth century often took arsenic in varied quantities because it made their faces a delicate, pale porcelain color. This was, for whatever reason, considered attractive. Now that’s an extreme makeover!