I’ve been writing professionally since 2010. The job always has its ups and downs, but the times I’ve felt most conflicted have always been those periods where all my contracts have been fulfilled. It means there is nothing I have to work on.
Which is terrifying because “OMG, no contracts!” but also awesome because it means I can work on whatever I want.
So, I grab my book of ideas (until recently—and by recently, I mean last week—this has just been a spot in my head. Now it’s an actual notebook, because I’m getting older and have horrid Swiss cheese brain), pick one, and get to work.
But then…I get another idea. And another. And another.
So, because I don’t know how much time I have until I will once again be on deadline, I decide I should write them all.
It isn’t long before I have no clue where any of the plots have gone. I haven’t showered in days. And I try to use the excuse that this is what “writering” looks like. Because words start to become very difficult.
That’s about the time my inner voices start sounding a lot more logical than usual.
I’d pull back, really I would, but without external direction, I feel like I’m too deep in to stop now.
And I can’t get a book contracted if I don’t have any books written. So I keep going until…
The funny part is, when it’s all done, I sometimes have one (or more) workable manuscripts. I don’t know how. My best guess is that my guardian angel secretly always wanted to be an author and kind of takes over for me. But then something sells, and I’m back on deadline where things seem a lot more sane. Except…then I want to write all the things again. But I can’t, because deadlines.
But I do it anyway. Because I’m one of the lucky people who goes to work every day and gets to say I love it…
For Alexa McIntyre, the answer to everything comes down to numbers. Three sons. One divorce. One great life…except her boys are getting older and they really need a man around. Enter the number twenty, as in after twenty minutes with someone she knows whether or not she wants them in her life. So, she hatches a plan to meet any man who remotely strikes her interest—for a twenty-minute date at her favorite coffee shop. It’s the perfect way to find her perfect match in the most efficient way possible.
Too bad coffee shop owner Marshall Calloway isn’t keen on her using his shop as her speed-dating zone, especially since she’s made it clear he’s too young to be a contender. But against her better judgement, Alexa finds herself drawn to Marshall in ways she can’t quantify. There’s no easy answer, and once the kids become involved, her well-ordered world threatens to fall apart—twenty minutes at a time.
Julie Particka was told to get serious about her future in Junior High. Several years after getting a bachelor’s degree in chemistry, she realized being serious was over-rated and went back to her first love–writing. Now rather than spending her days in the drudgery of the lab or teaching science to high school students, she disappears into worlds of her own creation where monsters sometimes roam, but true love still conquers all. She can most often be located in the Detroit area with her favorite minions (the ones who know her as Mom) where she is currently hatching a plot for world domination. It involves cookies for everyone, so she’s pretty sure there’s no way it can fail…except the minions keep eating the cookies.