Discipline

Chain yourself to your storyline. By wrist, by ankle, by neck, by heart. Whatever it takes don’t let the author inside of you stray from the straight and narrow of a well-planned tale.

Admittedly, this bit of advice is a bit of a bummer.

Admittedly, I fail to follow it 98 percent of the time.

But there is a time and place for such discipline. Twisted Intent, the working title for my next novel, is just such a place. So when I rail against the rope burns and the rattle of chains in the next three months, please forgive me. I will try to keep my moans brief.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe 

Choosing the Sun

For the very first time in the whole of 2014, I am free!

I have completed my contract with Ravenous Romance, have no other deadlines awaiting me and am essentially a free agent author with a fantastic literary agent as my wingman.

Wow!!

Of course, cast in a slightly darker light, I am now unemployed with no assurance whatsoever that I will ever be published again.

Bummer.

Big, stinky bummer with toe fungus, actually.

But, I am choosing to dance in the bright, bright sunshine of “Wow!” instead of cowering in the shadows with “Bummer.”

A foolish strategy, some will say.

A brilliant stratagem, my four-legged muse and I maintain.

And with this newly found freedom, my dog and I have set our sights on the mainstream, where the only real (i.e. the “Look! I can afford toe polish without skipping two meals!”) money is.

It’s a shame that a writer can’t survive in the smaller streams of genre fiction. I’ve put 5 years and 17 novels into the m/m romance genre and now I’ve got to walk away from it all just so my career can keep growing.

Now that, ladies and gents, is the true “Bummer” of this picture.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe