Why did I take more than three years to publish another book?
I could go into the sad truths of the publishing game, but I’ve done that elsewhere before, and may again in an e-book some other time. I could tell you how I gave too much time to undeserving people, but who wants to hear someone whine? The truth of the matter is I started several new works without developing any real passion for working on them. Ms. Creant was not arduous to write—quite the opposite in fact—so why was I feeling as though I was in a forced labour camp every time I sat down in the chair to work on these new ones? The short answer is I wrote until I hit a wall where originality began to disappear. It’s possible I will combine a couple of these WIP’s to create a YA dystopian novel next. Is that even a category? I don’t know.
I was waiting for inspiration and in she came.
A sexy redhead in the midst of youthful self-discovery was all it took to make words pour out of me—words I couldn’t wait to write. I believe if you are going to write a book worthy of publishing, it should feel like this. Somewhere in a New England university—likely in a library—there is a talented gem of a poet just waiting for the right guy or girl to come her way. I hope whoever she chooses is worthy. She is a rocker of worlds when she allows her true self to be seen.
You & I Erotic Tales 