I’m quitting waking up at 4:30 AM for writing. I spent more time making bargains with myself for fifteen more minutes, then getting coffee and trying to write five hundred words in twenty minutes. While it was all very romantic – working hard, hunched over my keyboard while the world slumbered unknowing, it was a pain in the butt. I spent more time on the couch guzzling the strongest coffee known to man just to wake up. If I didn’t get even a little done, I would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. So, I’m cutting bait and heading back to shore.

I do apologize for missing a couple of days here and there, but I feel like I was over-extending myself with the early morning hijinks. Hopefully, I can find some time in the evening to work on Tribal. Serve Me Now is what I’m working on during lunch, and with that one, I am hitting my meager word count and I should have the rough draft done by October. With hopefully it coming out early next year. I was aiming for a Thanksgiving Day release, but I want to make sure this is going to be especially terrifying, so I’m aiming for next year. The other one I really need to buckle down on. That one I want to release on Election Day. I’ll take that one on in the evenings, and try to double the word-count on the weekends.

I’ve just been so scattered as of late. I’m going to admit it, there have been days were I just want to chuck it all. Walk away from it, but we all know, dear readers, that I could never stay away. I would still be writing in my head, scribbling on spare pieces of paper. Might as well turn that hypergraphia into something useful, right?

Well, speaking of sleeping, I should go on ahead and turn in. Just a brief reminder: my best two novels The Dreaded Day Job and The Catatrophic Christmas Party are available in almost every available format – Kindle, paper and hardback and audiobook. Grab it while you can!

Until later!