Once again, my blog's about to be hijacked - this time by Tricia Andersen - contemporary erotic romance author. A former Secret Cravings author, this talented lady has over half a dozen titles under her belt. The Black Irish series looks intriguing - and I'm off to do some 1-clicking. Please welcome Tricia as she takes over A Little Bit of Naughty.
The floor is yours, sweetie!
The floor is yours, sweetie!
Scrambling for a blog post topic at nearly midnight gave me an idea. Have you ever pictured your favorite author living their daily life? Do you see them like I do – sitting in a plush chair in their library/office, sipping tea as they scribble down their idea for their next great bestseller?
Well, as I’ve learned from author friends and my own life, it’s normally not the case. All our lives differ since we come from different backgrounds. For kicks and giggles, here’s a brief glimpse of mine. Warning…no two days are the same. *sigh*
Alarm goes off at six AM. Snooze. Snooze again. Snooze for the third time. Wonder sleepily if my husband will file for divorce if I snooze it one more time. Take the chance.
Finally climb out of bed, realizing that I set the alarm to get up early and write. I have a book that needed to be done a month ago. Deadlines really aren’t my friend. Shrug, realizing I’ll have other moments to write during the day. Dress and finish getting ready. Eye the coffee pot wondering if it would be wrong to just guzzle out of the carafe. Settle for filling a travel mug. Kiss my hubby goodbye as my sleepy daughter shuffles out of bed. Make her breakfast then I get ready for work. Head to the garage and stop to moan at the mountain of clean laundry sitting there waiting to be folded. Must fold laundry and write tonight. Jump into the car and head to take my daughter to school.
Spend the majority of the day at my job (only temporary, of course. When I sell the next hit book see above for my daily plans). Try to sneak a word or two on my manuscript using my handy dandy Word app. Plan to use lunch to get a few pages written. End up spending lunch running emergency errands. Download another reminder app on my phone. Solve a college age child’s emergency via text. As the work day ends realize I wrote exactly five words. *sigh* The weekend’s coming, right?
Pick up my daughter and go to the gym. We both take classes there. My gym family keeps me sane. They are the ones that stop me from flipping my lid and ax murdering all my characters…and a few real life people too.
Stop at the store and pick up something I forgot – again. Notice my toenails need cut. Add that to the to-do list. And maybe paint them blue. That’ll be nice.
Get home and start dinner for a now very loud preteen girl. Make lunches. Yawn. Make another pot of coffee (at nine PM). Eat supper then shuffle the kids through their baths. Get them to bed. Crash on the couch. Look at my feet. Nails will have to wait until tomorrow. So will the laundry. There has to be another place to start a pile. Open the computer to start where off on my next bestselling book.
After a half hour (all right…hour) on Facebook, I finally settle down write. Yawn. Type. Yawn. Type. Realize the word I just typed isn’t even a word. Rub my eyes and try again. Tell they hubby “no I’m not sleeping. I’m wide awake.” Yawn. Type.
Wake up at three am to find the computer powered down and sitting on the coffee table. The day’s word count? Twenty five. Thirty if you count the ones I wrote in an alien language.
Get up off the couch and shuffle off to bed. Try again tomorrow.
Braden, Iowa is the last place on earth Reese Cooper wanted to be but a devastating injury in the octagon forces the MMA fighter back to the small town he once called home. He barely steps foot on Main Street before he is reunited with Lily Dixon, the town librarian and the girl who possessed his heart since they were in kindergarten.
Everyday in Braden is the same for Lily Dixon. That is until Reese Cooper walks back into her life. With his chisled, perfect body and dreamy blue eyes, he steals her heart just like he did when they were kids. His kisses, his touch are far better than any fantasy she’s ever had. Is she willing to risk everything when her preacher father finds out about her love affair with the town bad boy? And what will happen when Reese goes back to Vegas, leaving her alone in Braden without him?