It’s only now I’ve recalled a pithy little line I included in the special features for The Royal Talisman:

“I have also been accused of an inability to write anything short to save my life.”

Good thing a hanging didn’t depend on the turn of that phrase.  Because I blithely included in the description for the Beloved Bloody Time series this disaster of a sentence:

“The books are short.”

Was it me that really said that?

What was I thinking?   I must have been on catnip at the time.

Anyway, here’s the very good news:  I’m closing in on the finish line for Byzantine Heartbreak, the second book of the series.  I can see the checkered flag from here, and if I can finish up my blog posts for the week fast enough, I might even finish the first draft this weekend.

That’s somewhat iffy, though, as Mark is wrestling here in Edmonton this weekend, so I’m going to be spending the day at the arena, and even though I spend the day with my laptop on my knees, I don’t usually get a lot of writing done.  I do get a lot of talking done, though!

But, back to my sad tale of my inadequacies as an author.

Byzantine Heartbreak was supposed to be short.  A fast, snappy read to match Bannockburn Binding, full of hot love scenes, action, tension and suspense.

Well, it’s got all that and more.  It’s just got a lot more of it than I’d anticipated.  Like…nearly twice as much.

Oops.

But, more good news.  One of the glories of self publishing is that I can take these sorts of snafus in stride.  I wrote a book twice as long as it was planned to be?  No problems.  We’ll just publish a book twice as long!  (‘We’, you understand, being ‘me, myself & I’.)

I imagine the length will shorten down a bit once I edit and tidy up the prose.  But at the moment it’s a plus-sized novel and I’m estimating it will be around the 400 page mark by the time I’m done.   That’s a hefty tome by anyone’s standard.  I think, even with hard pruning, it’s still going to be a long novel.

I’m not going to cut it in half or anything drastic like that just to maintain a series uniformity or, heaven forbid, a market price.  The story needs to take up whatever room it needs to be told well.  I have that freedom now.  So you get a fully developed story and characters, and you don’t get short-changed.

Here’s a snippet.  Warning: frank language ahead!

An Excerpt From: BYZANTINE HEARTBREAK
Copyright © TRACY COOPER-POSEY, 2012
All Rights Reserved

“Why’d’you say that?” Ryan asked.  “He’s a good man.”

“’cause he’s a vamp hater,” Cáel replied.  He shook his head.  “A great man, ‘cept for he’s flawed.”

Ryan was staring at him.  “That’s…he comes off like he’s Henry Kissinger.  How could you know that?”

Cáel shrugged.  “We were lovers for nearly a year.  Then I found out.”  He shuddered and drank.  He reached for the bottle to refill, and realized that Ryan was still staring at him.

“Lovers?  You?” Ryan said.

“Think you’ve got a corner on the market, Irishman?”  Cáel topped up Ryan’s glass.  “Not everyone goes for poetic lilts, you know.”

Ryan half-laughed.  He picked up his drink.  “So…what is this, then?  Are we on a date?”

Cáel’s stomach seemed to drop out from his body with a sickening, electrifying rush.  It had nothing to do with the whiskey.  He let his hand drop away from the glass and looked at Ryan, wishing his heart would quieten.  “Do you want it to be?”

Ryan was sitting motionless in the chair, the forgotten whiskey glass held in mid-air.  His eyes were narrowed, all emotion shielded.  After a moment, he gave a tiny shrug, and his mouth lifted in a little smile.  “You’ve gotta know, Stelios, I haven’t had a lover for centuries.  Not since—“

“Bullshit,” Cáel replied.

Ryan’s eyes widened, losing their guarded expression.  The surprise was quite clear.  He put his glass back on the bar.

Cáel didn’t give him time to pull his defense shield back together.  “You’ve had plenty of liaisons and partners, and a ton of sex, and that’s just in the 23rd century that Lyle Bean could find out about.  Do you want me to actually name names?”

Ryan opened his mouth to speak.

Cáel jumped in again.  “It doesn’t matter, anyway.  Because you’re hiding behind a distinction.  You don’t mind hot sweaty sex with whoever appeals to you whenever you feel like it, but what you really mean when you say you haven’t had a lover in centuries is that you haven’t fallen in love.  You haven’t had a relationship that lasted longer than a week.  You haven’t had the guts to try, and that’s pretty sad, isn’t it?”

Ryan was breathing hard, his eyes narrowed with anger.  But that was natural reaction.  Cáel had just kicked him in the guts.  Now he had to get him past the moment.

Cáel knocked back his drink and put the glass on the bar with a rap.  “Let’s get rid of the tap-dancing, because we both know how to do it too well, and we could talk me into a too-early grave with diplomatic waltzing.”  He took a breath, to steady himself.  “Do I want to fuck you, Ryan?  Yes.”

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Constantinople from the Sea of Marmara, with the dome of the world famous Hagia Sophia in the background. It was the largest single domed structure built in the western world at the time. It would be rebuilt twice because of riots and fire.

It’s been a weird week. For a start, it’s been very cold. Like, 35 degrees Celsius below zero cold. That’s negative 31 in Farenheit for all you Imperial-thinking people.

I got Mukluks for Christmas — real authentic ones.  But even at -35, they let the cold in and my feet started to chill up.  I joke at work that I look like an old fashioned babushka:  mukluks, a full length coat, a shawl wrapped around my head, my fur (faux-fur) collar turned up around my ears, and layers and layers of clothes beneath, as I hurry along with my head down.

Only in Canada.

I catch the bus to and from work, so standing around waiting for that bus in the morning is the most miserable thing in the world.  And for some reason, the street where I wait for my bus is always a wind tunnel, even though it’s a perfectly normal suburban neighbourhood street.  Even the slightest breeze at those temperatures is a serious thing.

The location where I catch the bus to come home is just as bad and for some reason, the bus has been late every day this week…except for the two days when I was delayed a few minutes, and then it came early and I missed it, and was forced to wait a horrible 25 minutes on that freezing street for the next (and only) bus to come along.

So it’s been an interesting week.  It takes five minutes sitting on the bus just to get your fingers to unthaw enough to be able to type, let alone get your brain cranked up enough to start writing coherent thoughts.  The cup of double-brewed hot Irish Breakfast tea I take with me in a thermos cup that I get to sip as soon as I sit down is so welcome!

It must be weather-related, too, but the bus has been strangely over-crowded this week.  Every seat full and standing room only, which makes writing a challenge.

Nevertheless, I got all my blog posts caught up, and I started in on Byzantine Heartbreak, the second in the Beloved Blood Time series.  That was my goal for this week, and I’m pleased to say I pulled it off despite the weird challenges.

Here’s a snippet from this week’s scribbles:

An Excerpt From: BYZANTINE HEARTBREAK
Copyright © TRACY COOPER-POSEY, 2012
All Rights Reserved

“What is it?” Ryan nudged gently.

Nayara blinked, her gaze refocusing on him.  “I…it’s…nothing, Ryan.”

“What thought just occurred to you?”

She gave another tiny shrug.  “Nothing.”

Ryan sat his full weight on the window ledge and crossed his arms.  “You’re not really going to try lying to me, are you?”

He watched her hesitate and realized she was weighing up doing exactly that:  lying to him.  Stunned, he wondered what it was she was considering hiding from him.

“Give it up, Nayara.  Now I know you’ve remembered, I’ll dig it out of you with whatever tools I can think to use, if I have to,” he said softly.  “Especially if I think the station is in danger, and you’ve already suggested it might be.”

“No,” she said quickly.  “It’s not.  Not at all.  It’s just the opposite.  I’ve remembered, and it’s stupid.  It’s actually embarrassing.  It’s personal.”  She bit her lip, glanced at him, then her glance skittered away and he saw she really was feeling awkward.

“Since when could you not tell me anything?” he asked.

Her gaze swung back to meet his eyes squarely and she just looked at him.  No coyness.  There was challenge there.

Suddenly, Ryan realized what she would not share.

His gut tightened.  “You like someone,” he said, fighting to keep his expression neutral.

“No, I don’t know if I like them.  I barely know them outside of business,” she said, and Ryan could see that she was picking her words with care.  “Sometimes I find them most irritating.”  She frowned.

“Do you at least want to give me the gender so you don’t have to keep circling around the pronoun?” Ryan asked.

Nayara’s smile was wise.  “So you can build fantasies around me?  Hoping it is a woman, Ryan?”

Hating it’s anyone at all, he thought.  He made himself smile.  “Why not?”

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Time is theirs to keep. But it comes with a price.

Out any day now.

(Just as soon as I get the book formatted, basically.)

What do you think?

Book’s page.

In the early 23rd Century, vampires learned how to travel back in time, and created a time-tsunami that threated life as we know it, until they corrected their mistake.  They created the Chronometric Conservation Agency, which is tasked with preserving history and therefore protecting humanity’s future.  The Touring arm of the Agency offers trips back into the real past, with vampire guides, called travellers.

When Natalia (Tally) Marta, vampire and traveller, takes her client to visit the seige of Stirling Castle in 1314, she is caught and held hostage for ransom by Robert MacKenzie, a Bruce clansman.  Rob finds himself drawn to the willful, stubborn and very different English lady he has captured and the relationship becomes an intimate, highly-charged sexual pairing.  Swiftly, Tally and Rob realize their bond is more than sexual, that the emotions stirring their hearts are true.

Christian Lee Hamilton, vampire, one of the last true southern gentlemen, and Tally’s ex-lover, knows the 1314 time marker enough to jump back and help Tally return home. His arrival at Bannockburn adds complications, for Christian finds himself drawn to Rob MacKenzie as much as Tally is.  But neither of them can stay in the past forever.  To do so means certain death.

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I’m one of those writers who doesn’t believe in writer’s block.  I don’t think it exists as an independent condition.  If a writer can’t bring herself to write, then there’s an underlying reason for the “block”.  Resolve that base reason, and the writer will be able to write again.

But there isn’t a disease that blocks writers from writing for no good reason.

I also have never been “blocked,” until this year.

All the marketing experts and industry wisdom, and readers and my sales, everything, insists that the best thing I can do as a writer is to pump out book after book after book, as many as possible, all the same series.  Readers like to read books in a series.  They like to get to know the characters and follow their on-going adventures.  (Right?)

Because of this very sound reasoning, and because I don’t like to let readers (you) down, since March this year I have been faced with writing the sequel to Blood Knot.

2011 has been my annus horribilis (as Queen Elizabeth put it).  It began on Christmas Day in 2010, with the death of my brother, and has rolled onwards with family crises, health crises, and financial crises, until now, here I sit in November with hopefully, the last of it behind me.  I can’t think of what else could possibly go wrong, and I’m not going to tempt fate by speculating on what might.

Throughout all that I started off on a wrong foot.  I began writing a brand new series, Branded Rose.  But then I got some very good advice from a few different sources, and switched over to writing the sequel to Blood Knot, which eventually became Blood Stone.

Now, I’m a fairly prolific writer.  Even with a full time job, I usually manage to crank out about four or five full books a year.

But by early November, I was still sitting on Chapter Three of Blood Stone, and I had to force myself to sit down and write.

Not good.

I stopped for reassessment.  All my “crises” were behind me.  I was (relatively) healthy, and the lights were all green.  There was no reason why I shouldn’t be able to zip through the book, finish it, and get it out for readers, pronto.  Just like usual.

Except…I wasn’t.

The only underlying reason I could think of for not writing the book was the book itself.  For some reason in the back of my brain where I couldn’t reach it, I just didn’t want to write this book.

There was only one way to find out if that was the problem:  Try writing a different book.

I thumbed through my dog-eared and drooled-over collection of series and novel ideas.  Some of them I have been itching to write for years.  Some of them are half-written.  Some series have two or three books already completed, and just need the rest written to be put out there as a complete series.  My collection of ideas is a junk yard of bits and peices, scraps and bodies, skeletons and parts.  For a writer, it’s a goldmine, if you like digging through ideas and story starters and fragments of story, character profiles, etc.

But I didn’t just jump for the series I most wanted to write.  If this was to be a fair experiment, I had to pick a series according to what I thought my readers would want to read the most, and try writing that.

So I did.  I found amongst all my series and novel ideas a series that had all the hallmarks of a great read:  Erotic romance, MMF storylines, urban fantasy, paranormal elements, vampires, and time travel — therefore, historical settings, too.

The series has been retitled:  Beloved Bloody Time.

I brushed off the dust, reworked the storylines and romances, and started writing.

And ohmigod, I can’t stop!

It’s only been ten days since I started working on the first book in the series, Bannockburn Binding, and I’m already more than halfway through the book.  And it’s fun!

So I think my plan is to put out a few books in this series, and then I will go back and tackle Blood Stone.  Or maybe I’ll be suddenly inspired one day and start working on Blood Stone just for the hell of it, and the block will be gone.

For now, I’m writing at full tilt again…and it feels very good indeed.

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Update.  I wrote this post and scheduled it about ten days ago.  As of November 26, I finished the book (first draft).  It took me a whole whopping 16 days, and when I couldn’t access my laptop or desktop, I was scribbling notes in my notebook for yet another series idea that is banging inside my head.  I think the dam has burst, well and truly.  Interestingly, I wasn’t actively partipating in National Novel Writing Month, but as I started the book on November 9th and finished on November 26th, I actually did manage to write a book for the month of November, and completed the NaNoWriMo objective, quite by coincidence. 

Tomorrow I’ll be starting Book Two in the series.  :)

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Here’s a snippet from Bannockburn Binding, and the blurb.

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In the early 23rd Century, vampires learned how to travel back in time, and created a time-tsunami that threated life as we know it, until they corrected their mistake.  They created the Chronometric Conservation Agency, which is tasked with preserving history and therefore protecting humanity’s future.  The Touring arm of the Agency offers trips back into the real past, with vampire guides, called travellers.

When Natalia (Tally) Marta, vampire and traveller, takes her client to visit the seige of Stirling Castle in 1314, she is caught and held hostage for ransom by Robert MacKenzie, a Bruce clansman.  Rob finds himself drawn to the willful, stubborn and very different English lady he has captured and the relationship becomes an intimate, highly-charged sexual pairing.  Swiftly, Tally and Rob realize their bond is more than sexual, that the emotions stirring their hearts are true.

Christian Lee Hamilton, vampire, one of the last true southern gentlemen, and Tally’s ex-lover, knows the 1314 time marker enough to jump back and help Tally return home. His arrival at Bannockburn adds complications, for Christian finds himself drawn to Rob MacKenzie as much as Tally is.  But neither of them can stay in the past forever.  To do so means certain death.

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Rob managed to stay away from his tent until sunset, then he could stand it no longer.  He found a platter that was near to clean and heaped piping hot stew upon it, grabbed a hunk of honey bread and even managed to scrounge up a spoon.  He took it all back to the tent, with a lantern in the other hand.

She was slumped against the tent pole, her face against her arms.  His heart leapt into his mouth at the paleness of her.  “Natalie, lass,”  he murmured.  “I’ve food for ye.”

She didn’t move and his fear bloomed larger.  After all, she had been doing naught but picking mushrooms.  If he’d killed her….

He sat his burdens down and cut her hands free with his dagger.  She fell against him, a dead weight.

“Ye should’ve called out sooner, lassie,” he told her, knowing she probably couldn’t hear him.  He began to massage her upper arms and shoulders, where most of the strain would have been.

She flashed to life, her knee driving into the front of his kilt, aiming for parts that no maiden should have been aware of.  Her arms stiffened, the elbows driving into his chest.  Her right elbow landed true and his shoulder instantly numbed, leaving his left arm useless.

She squirmed out of his reach and lunged for the dagger he’d left on the skins behind him.

Both furious and amazed, he threw himself on top of her, reaching over her head to pin her forearm to the floor, even as her fingers closed on the haft of the knife.  With his left arm useless, he could only pin her down until his weight and her own struggles exhausted her.

“Wriggle all ye like,” he told her harshly.  “It’ll do naught but tire ye, and make your meal cold.  I have no intention of letting ye take the knife.”  He shook his fingers as feeling started to return to his arm.  “And the longer ye wriggle the sooner my other hand will recover.”

She lay still, silent.  Waiting.

As soon as he was able, he reached with his left hand and tossed the knife far out of the way.  Then he flipped her on her back.

Instantly, she heaved upwards with her head, intending to smash her forehead into his and blind him.  But he had been ready for such a trick and was out of reach, so she did nothing but strain her already stressed shoulders.  She fell back on the skins with a cry of pain, her eyes closing.

It was much too close to a more intimate positioning than Rob cared to consider.  He cleared his throat.  “Ye cannot win any match against me, Natalie.”  His words emerged ragged and harsh.  “D’ye not see?  Will ye not give it up and let me treat ye civilly?”

She was breathing deeply, but the eyes slitted open, showing dark brown and black.  “Give me back my manservant.”

“I canna.”

She turned her head away.  “Then I cannot, either.”

“Look at me,”  he demanded harshly.  When she remained still, he brought both slender wrists under his left hand and gripped her chin to bring her head around.  She merely closed her eyes.

So Rob kissed her, intending merely to shock her into opening her eyes.  And they did open wide, but that was all he noticed before the sensations of kissing her swamped his senses.  Her mouth was soft, pliable and tasted like ripe peaches.  Everything about her was soft, warm, delicate.  His tongue slipped between her lips.  Sips of honey, he thought.

It was the last coherent thought he had.  His body took over.  He let it happen.  The drive to have more of the taste of her, to take more, was overwhelming.  He let his body press against hers, feeling her with every inch of his length where she lay beneath him.

And her tongue met his.

Her soft moan as she melted against him made the internal flame blaze up, demanding more and more.  Silvery excitement shot through him.

Abruptly, with a cold dash of alarm, he realized what he was doing.  What they were doing.

He wrenched himself away and she, too, slithered back until she was up against the tent pole, her arms against her chest defensively.  Her veil had dislodged, reveal pale golden hair tied back in a thick skein at her back.  The brown eyes were very round.  “What…do you think you are doing?”

It was the proper question any maiden would ask.

Rob spoke carefully.  “I am a block-headed fool.  I must be, for the only other truth is that you and I both know what we were just doing.”

She bit her lip.

The small sign of doubt was more endearing than anything else she had said or done this day.  “We cannot,”  she said and it had a hopeless, final quality to it.

“Aye and I would not, not with you.”  He got up, the heaviness in his limbs making his actions awkward.

“Because I am English,”  she said, her voice harsh.

He picked up his dagger and slid it back into his boot.  “Because ye are my captive.  Only the English spoil their winnings, lassie, but ye could say more on that than I.”  He pointed to the platter, which was still steaming.  His hand shook.  “That is for you.  I suggest you eat it, for there’s naught else to be had this night.”  He threw the rope aside.  “I’ll not tie ye again, so I must guard ye instead.  Don’t try to go under the back of this tent, either.  It’s dark now.  Anyone caught wandering the camp who can’t answer the day’s challenge will be run through.”

And he got himself out of his tent while he still could and let the leather fall across the opening.  He hoped it would be barricade enough.

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Kate’s body tightened again at the idea that he had spared her a moment’s attention, and she frowned at her own vapidness.  “Sudden business trip?” she asked, keeping her tone as light and uninterested as she could manage.

“Something like that.”  Adrian’s tone matched hers.  Then it shifted and became deeper.  Sexier.  “I hope you didn’t stay lonely while I’ve been gone?”

Kate couldn’t help the tiny little in-drawn breath.  But it was infinitesimal, and Adrian shouldn’t have been able to hear it.

“You didn’t,” he breathed.  Kate could hear approval and arousal in those two words, and her body tingled in response.  “Who was the lucky guy?” Adrian asked.

“None of your business,” she shot back.

He gave an almost silent laugh.  “He can’t be very good if you were still awake at three a.m.  Ask for your money back, Kate.”

“You’re being figurative, I hope.  Or should I just lay hundred-dollar bills on the mattress when I want to have sex with you?”

His eyes seemed to grow darker.  His gaze seemed to sear past all her internal shields and see her.

She held her breath, realizing what door she had just opened up.

His voice pierced her just as his gaze did.  It thrummed deep in her chest.  “You’d need more money than you could raise to pay for a night with me, Kate Lindenstream,” he told her.

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Blood Stone is progressing slowly.  I’m not pushing to get vast wordage down fast on this one, even though I’m usually keen to make progress as quickly as possible, because there’s so much new in my life just now that everything is so…well, unsettled.  So I’m content with baby steps.

The new job is also hugely time consuming and demands vast tracts of my attention in a way that none of my previous jobs ever did.  There’s not a lot left over after that.  But I’m barely a month in on the job, and technically still wet behind the ears.  So, again, I’m still giving myself time to settle down and get the hang of things before I get worried about slow rates of progress, etc.

But you’ll be pleased to know that ground has been broken on the sequel, and Kate Lindenstream and Garrett have had their first little go-round.  If you’d like a sneak peak, I’ve added an excerpt to the book’s page.  I’ve also uploaded a couple of inspirational images here, showing you how I see Garrett when I’m writing scenes that feature him.  The first one is Garrett as he once was, way back when.  This was how Garrett might have looked, once upon a time, when Garrett and Roman first met.  (Yes, they have a history.)

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A quick follow-up to my announcement the other day about book title rights that have been returned to me, and therefore won’t be available for sale — just for a short while! — while I repackage and beef them up and put them back out there.

Several other books have been returned to me and I’ve taken the “for sale” sign off their pages:

Black Heart
Red Leopard
Solstice Surrender
Masquerade’s Mate
Dangerous Beauty
Forbidden

If you’re interested in obtaining a copy of the new edition of any of these titles (I’ll be releasing in e-book and print for the novel-sized titles), sign up for my newsletter, so that you get a notice of the release of the new edition, or subscribe to my RSS feed via your favourite Newsreader or via Email, to catch any announcement I make on the blog.

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Blood Stone by Tracy

For the super energetic Saturday morning browsers, a little bonus.  I’ve just put up a page for the sequel to Blood Knot. 

You’ll find some early details on Blood Stone  here.

Cheers,

Tracy.

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I’ve been getting a huge number of hits on the site lately for Brian Austin Green, and the role he played in Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.  People are reading my rave review about him as a romantic hero.  I find that promising as Green is my inspiration for one of the heroes in the sequel to Blood Knot.  He is the starting point for a brooding, laconic, dark and very bad boy hero who only allows those closest to him to call him by his real name, Roman.  That ends up being a handful of people.  The rest of the world call him Adrian Xerus.  You might remember what I said about Roman and the other hero of this book in previous working notes.

The sequel, now called Blood Stone, is going through secondary plotting.  I’ve been reworking the story to give it added depth and complications.  More importantly, I’ve been adding that most important element:  Emotions.  Emotional intensity is critical to romance novels, and I prefer mine, in particular, to throb with emotion.  So I’ve been beefing the story up so it has plenty of the good stuff in it.

Roman is a strong character who blends old with new seamlessly, as people of his type must.  He lives amongst humans as if he is one — and he once was, a very long time ago.  Because of his age, he has some interesting skills and abilities, though, that only emerge on odd occassions.  He’s an expert with a short sword and bows, both the crossbow and the normal bow.  He has a unique ability for throwing things.  Anything.  Knives, rocks, the coffee cup on your desk.  He throws with deadly accuracy — emphasis on the “deadly.”  So Roman has an unconscious habit, honed over the centuries, of reaching for and weighing objects in his hands whenever he comes to a standstill, measuring and absorbing their quality as throwing ammunition.  Most people who don’t know about his skill think it is a nervous tick, that he is unable to keep his hands still.

Blood Stone will be finished in about ten weeks, and going straight into final production and on to sale.  If you’re on my newsletter list, you’ll get a reminder that the book is out on Amazon.  If you’re not on the list and want to sign up, click here.

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So you may have wondered about the abrupt and echoing silence that has been my major form of communication for a while.

Chirping crickets have been louder, I know.

There are generally two reasons that bloggers go silent — either they’ve suddenly discovered that blogging is really hard  and they lose interest in it.  Posts peter out and become more infrequent until they stop altogether.  Eventually the blog gathers dust until one day it quietly disappears.

The other most frequent reason is that the blogger has had personal crises and upheavals that have prevented them from attending their blog as diligently as they would like.  So posts go adrift until they can return with a dustbuster and renewed enthusiasm.

Guess which camp I’m in?

Yeah, alas.

If I were in the first category, I would have stopped this crazy game, oh, about three years ago.

I won’t go into detail about the more personal elements of the family situations that have dogged us for about the last six months, because I know that family members read this blog and I don’t want to stir up unnecessary emotions, and it’s really not for public consumption.

But for me personally, it has been a hard, uphill slog since Christmas last year.  I hung in there as long as I could, keeping all the balls in the air, but they slowly began to drop one by one.  We dashed off to Australia in May, which didn’t help, and as soon as we returned I began the ego-destroying and time-inhaling task of finding a better-paying full time job, while we eeked out a living on my paltry $9/hr shift work and tried to sweet-talk credit card companies into being nice to us just one more time…

On September 1, I started that job.  I’m now a public servant, and earning nearly four times what I was as a barista.  While the finances will take a while to smooth themselves out, Mark and I can finally see daylight.  And it’s very sweet.

Also a huge plus:  I can start writing again.  Since I returned from Australia in May I haven’t really progressed at all on the sequel to Blood Knot, because finding another job was such a desparately all-important and time-consuming priority.  But now I’m a 9-5 suit again, and have a predictable, stable routine, I can already feel the creativity starting to fire up and the juices starting to flow.

Which is good news for you.

More news in the days and weeks to come.  Plus excerpts.  I know you love ‘em.

Cheers,

Tracy

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