red-letter day

Okay, maybe more like pink.

My plan for today’s post was to share the two places you can find me and HERO’S HOMECOMING today – and I’ll still do that. But first I want to share the unbelievably exciting news that Sarah Wendell from Smart Bitches, Trashy Books not only reviewed HERO’S HOMECOMING, she didn’t hate it! I saw the review on Twitter and inevitably my crappy African internet service chose that moment to crash out, but after several tense minutes of refreshing and watching the little loading circle swirl around and around, the grade appeared in a big pink font:


So without further ado, let me direct you to the best B+ I have EVER gotten.

PHEW! Breathing, breathing, still breathing. If you’d like to read an excerpt from the B+-receiving novella, I’m sharing one over at the Contemporary Romance Cafe. And if you want to hear the story of the B+-receiving novella’s composition during last year’s NaNoWriMo, the fabulous PJ Schnyder has kindly hosted me at her blog.

Exciting times, faithful readers!



Today is only the sixth day of NaNoWriMo – or National Novel Writing Month to the uninitiated – and I’m already about 50% behind on my word count. Evidently I’m a glutton for punishment since I so often fail at NaNo events yet always go back for more. Usually my problem is with narrative momentum, but this time around I’ve carefully plotted and am full of energy for my characters and stories. So what’s my issue? Oh, y’know, that pesky little thing called real life. Let me count the ways:

  • Evil Day Job. And it is oh so evil at the moment. In fact, let’s just leave it at that – it’s too depressing to dwell on.
  • Edits. I’ve just received the most intense set of line edits I’ve ever had for my March release with Samhain. Of course I’m glad they’re rigorous and that this book will be even better once I’ve finished them, but the timing – including the quick turnaround deadline – is so not ideal!
  • Social commitments. Sometimes it makes perfect sense that so many great writers are totally self-isolating misanthropes. Who has time to cultivate friendships and write novels?
  • Hangover. See above. Zero words on Sunday, NaNo Day Three, because I was busy longing for my own death and swearing never to drink again.
  • Promo. Oh holy heck I have a book coming out on the 21st! Guest blog posts abound and I have written exactly none of them thus far.
  • The gym. Haha, just kidding! I haven’t been in almost a week.

Are you NaNo-ing this year? How’s it going? If you want to be my NaNo buddy or track my progress or simply laugh heartily at my failure, you’re welcome to do so here. It’s okay, I don’t mind – a little schadenfreude is good for the soul, right?

back to camp

July is upon us, and amidst all the crazy final-stage admin involved in wrapping up my life in the UK and starting a new one in South Africa – oh, and, y’know, planning the wedding that’s now less than three months away – I thought it was probably a great idea to commit to another NaNo event.

Admittedly I’ve only set myself a 30,000-word goal for July’s Camp NaNoWriMo (an extension of the annual November project), however I’m proud to say that at this point I’m pretty much beasting it.

See for yourself! And be sure to check back for delicious schadenfreude when I inevitably crash and burn. 😛

my sophomore effort

After a long time spent sitting on my hands, I’m delighted to announce that my novella, Love at Last Sight, has been accepted for publication in one of the annual holiday anthologies compiled by Carina Press!

This novella, about a wounded infantry officer returning home to Kansas and the woman he left behind there, was my NaNoWriMo project for November 2012. I absolutely fell in love with the characters and the words have never flowed more easily, so I felt extra sensitive about sending this manuscript out into the big bad world to face potential rejection. When I received my acceptance e-mail from the Executive Editor, I actually cried with happiness that my hero and heroine, Chris and Beth, had found their home. I can’t wait to share them with readers, who I hope will be swept up by their story just as thoroughly as I was.

In the meantime, you can read Angela James’s announcement here. Yes, that’s my name!

select all + delete

I’m a huge fan of the NaNoWriMo project (National Novel Writing Month for the uninitiated), wherein one sets a goal to write a novel (defined as 50,000 words) in a month’s time. The original event is held in November, but there are also ‘Camp’ NaNoWriMo months in April, June, and August. These are formatted slightly differently, with the major change being the ability to set one’s own word count goal.

Although I try to always have a daily goal of a thousand words, I hugely enjoy the structure and impetus that participating in NaNoWriMo provides. The novel I wrote during last August’s camp (although admittedly I didn’t finish it during the month) is due for publication in September, and the project I started (and completed!) this past November has just been contracted as well. So I went into this April’s camp with a carefully plotted idea, a 60,000-word goal, and high hopes.

And two weeks and 35,000 words into the challenge, I deleted it all and started over.

By that point I could no longer pretend that the novel was working. My lovingly conceived characters were flat and unsympathetic. Their conflicts were muddled and their relationship had no spark. Worst of all? The novel was boring. It bored me to write it and it bored me to read back over. I made a couple of half-hearted attempts to revise as I went along, but at a certain point I knew I had to do something drastic if this was going to be worth the time I was investing.

I can pinpoint the single thought that made me decide to start over. I was brushing my teeth, of all things, and running through various half-baked ideas for other stories that I might want to start should I abandon my current WIP. None of them were truly firing me up, and I thought back to my poor characters, languishing in Microsoft Word, their intriguing personalities and compelling backstories still unrealized. Then the figurative light bulb switched on: If I don’t love these characters, no one else will.

So it was back to a blank document, but this time with honest, earnest intention. I binned my rigid plot outline and though I’ve salvaged one or two scenes, I’m as good as starting from scratch. This time, however, I’m letting the characters lead the story, thinking only about who they are and not what they need to do and when it needs to happen. After all, they don’t know – why should I? This is a new and slightly terrifying system for me, but so far I think it’s working. I’m so much happier with what I’m creating and, most importantly, I actually look forward to seeing where the story goes.

Will I reach my 60,000-word NaNo goal? Highly doubtful, and even if cumulatively I count everything I’ve written this month (about 40-odd thousand words at this point), it’s moot, as the novel itself is only up to 15,000. I won’t pretend it’s not discouraging to realize that I’ve gone from being more than halfway finished to not even a third of the way through. But I console myself that those 15,000 words are solid, and that’s worth more than 100,000 words that are too boring to read.

(Go on: watch my progress!