Mason
Army Ranger Romance, #6
This week we have Mason. I actually don't have much to say about this one as far as the story is concerned. This book was much like Jax. It was pulling teeth to write it. Trying to find a story that made sense. I'm not sure why, but it seems I don't look ahead and think... huh, how will I make that work?
I was also fighting burnout, which was a battle I ultimately lost. I didn't want to even look at the computer. I'd been publishing a book a month with no breaks. Oh, I was so tired and sick and done. Shortly after this, I hit a wall and I couldn't even string a sentence together.
For that reason, Mason doesn't fill me with awesome memories. When I wrote the last word, it was a celebration. I'd write three more books after this one and then take a two-year break.
Break isn't the best word. It sounds voluntary, but it wasn't. I wanted to write, but I couldn't. The words just weren't there. It's really hard to write a book when your brain refuses to cooperate.
Things are better now, but I'm ready for something different after spending what feels like three years writing romantic suspense.
I have no idea what the next thing will be, but I'm kicking around a few things. I don't know if I'm going billionaire, cowboy, or maybe in a Christian women's fiction direction. We'll see.
Mostly, I want the words to be more free flowing. That's what I'm praying for at least.
I was also fighting burnout, which was a battle I ultimately lost. I didn't want to even look at the computer. I'd been publishing a book a month with no breaks. Oh, I was so tired and sick and done. Shortly after this, I hit a wall and I couldn't even string a sentence together.
For that reason, Mason doesn't fill me with awesome memories. When I wrote the last word, it was a celebration. I'd write three more books after this one and then take a two-year break.
Break isn't the best word. It sounds voluntary, but it wasn't. I wanted to write, but I couldn't. The words just weren't there. It's really hard to write a book when your brain refuses to cooperate.
Things are better now, but I'm ready for something different after spending what feels like three years writing romantic suspense.
I have no idea what the next thing will be, but I'm kicking around a few things. I don't know if I'm going billionaire, cowboy, or maybe in a Christian women's fiction direction. We'll see.
Mostly, I want the words to be more free flowing. That's what I'm praying for at least.
