Why, just the other day I was having the most inspired conversation with one of my stuffed penguins when…yes. I can completely relate to DV Berkom’s blog about CWS. And you should have been a fly on the wall when I asked a local police detective the street value of a baseball-sized bag of cocaine. Because I’m a writer and I need to know these things, okay? (It helps if you smile sweetly and have gray hair.)
I’ve been writing full-time for a while now, and I seem to have fallen into a comfortable routine of home days (two days during the week where I do nothing but stay home and write) and away days, or days that I have other stuff I have to do that takes me away from a full day of writing. I’m still able to make my word count (usually) on those days, but I also get to go out into the real world and pretend I have a life.
At first I looked forward to those two home days, mentally rubbing my hands together in gleeful anticipation of a long, unhurried stretch of time to spend with my work in progress. Uninterrupted hours in which to concentrate on putting words to page, staring out the window and planning the next scene, completely immersing myself in the world of my characters and…
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I talk to the dogs. They’re both deaf. As for cop stuff, lucky to have a brother who is a cop. No risk of getting locked up or tossed in the loony bin, though sometimes he ignores my texts (Do cops really say ‘calling all cars?’) – I take the silence to mean, no, you nut job…