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Back in the Saddle

Back in the Saddle

saddle-1314924_960_720 So… I’ve got a few new blog posts under my belt. Kind of feels good. At the same time, I’ve made significant progress with my main work in progress, but I’ll get to that a little later.

The question everyone is asking, then is “Where have you been?” Okay, not everyone is asking that. In fact, I’d be surprised if ANYONE had asked that question.

In truth, life got in the way. My descent into virtual nonexistence started at almost two years ago. After working for a company for almost 11 years, I was laid off. Workforce reductioned. Downsized. I wasn’t terribly stressed. I had a good severance package. And, over the next five months, I used every scrap of it to find another job. But, find another job I did.

That job, lasted all of 8 months. Though, to be fair, it was a contract job through a staffing agency. And, I wanted more than they were willing to pay.

By the end of January, I was looking for a job again. And, again, it took five months to find one.

But, find one I did. And now everythings great!

Well, not great but it’s much better than NOT having a job. Pay is decent, I enjoy what I’m doing and the people are cool. And, after three months, it seems like a pretty good place to work.

But if I wasn’t working, didn’t I have time to write and be all over social media?

Yes and no.

I was working on other things. But that’s really kind of an excuse. The fact is, I just couldn’t. I was, under no circumstances, mentally in a place to write anything. Or edit, or post, or share. Technically speaking, I was probably depressed. Twice in under 18 months I had to go through that horribly exhausting process called the job search, and I was not feeling too great about that.

Things are better now, though. That’s not to say that I’m not skittish, and don’t daily worry that I’m not doing enough or that I’m bound to screw up. But that shit happens, and I’m choosing to look past that.

(BTW, by no means does my story mean that I think depression is something that one can just come out of and everything is rosey. My depression was temporary and situational. That’s not the case with everyone. For many, it’s far more complicated than that. This story is just about me.)

So, Scarlett. Where’s Scarlett? I wrote Scarlett Angel and publish in the summer of 2014. I fully expected, and was on track, to publish the next book in the summer of 2015. Obviously, that did not happen for reasons. Neither did it happen in the summer of 2016.

So, now here I am, more than a year behind schedule. I will say, though, that Project Scarlett Returns (SOOO NOT the real title), is back on track. As a matter of fact, I’m done with writing and the first round of edits! YAY!!!!

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Pardon me, but would you have any Grey Poupon?

What’s next? Well, now I need to get editing and a cover. I can do the cover myself, but I kind of don’t want to. Maybe I will still. As it is, I have a rough idea of what I want that will carry over from Scarlett 1 through 3.


What’s going on with Scarlett herself? Scarlett is set to return soon. Once again, she finds herself sucked into other people’s machinations. She’ll put her own life on the line to protect her friends and family. And this time, the stakes are even higher.

What’s the title? I’m not quite ready to announce the book’s name  yet, but that should be coming soon as well.


That about does it for now.  Oh, one more thing. I’ve got some pieces and teases regarding Scarlett coming up. I’ll be posting a pre-edit scene from the new book as well as some stuff that was cut from the first one. So, keep an eye out for that.

As for now, if you look out your airplane window and see a gremlin chewing on the engine, make sure you snap a picture with your phone! Pics or it didn’t happen. Look at what happened to William Shatner.

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