Writing for me is a solo gig. I happily bustle and hustle the kids out the door to school, boot out the husband as well, the dog, the cat …
And then I sit down alone with my laptop and …
Read.
Then I do email.
Then maybe I surf a little bit. 
THEN when the ball of anxiety swells into my chest, reminding me I have to write a certain number of
pages or I might be late on my manuscript, I get my butt in gear and write. Once I get started, I always laugh at myself and wonder what took me so long to get started. This euphoria lasts for about ten minutes, and then my ADHD gets the best of me and I’m going cookie hunting in the kitchen. Or back online.
Did I mention that writing is a painful process?
But if I have to do it, if I have to plant my butt in the chair and focus, then writing Blazes truly is a joy for me. Last year I wrote a series of firefighters. This year I’m writing military guys, brothers. Next year, I’m … I don’t know yet. If I would sit down long enough to write, maybe I’d figure it out.
Which brings me to the question of the day — is there a certain profession that appeals most to you when you’re reading a Blaze? A certain type of man? Come on, help a writer out …
I’ll be drawing a name from the comments made here today, for any Blaze from my backlist. Happy Reading!








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