The Hooky Protocol

I played hooky yesterday.

Deserted my writing entirely and ran away to the beach.

I should feel inordinately guilty about this, but you know what? I don’t. Not an iota.

Bottom line: Embrace the naughty. It does the writer’s mind good.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Slow Going

Slushing through a slowly melting icefield in nothing but knickers and flip-flops has got to be more enjoyable than editing an historical romance.

Seriously.

I’ve reached the point in The Hushing Days (the behemoth juggernaut that is my 18^th novel) in which “enjoyment in the writing process” is just a faint memory.

I hate that.

Really, it just makes me sick.

The end is in sight, but in only flip-flops and knickers the going is slow and leaves me in shivers.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe