Mmm, it's that kind of morning. The kind where I look at my sweatpants and hear them crooning "Come to me," ever so softly.
Let's see, what can I tell you this morning? The last words I wrote last night were "You've got to be kidding me." Thus spake the heroine of Taming the Dragon, Tess McGarry, who is about to have her socks (and various other articles of clothing) knocked off by one ornery dragon shifter.
I read an article that was all over Twitter yesterday about how writers are expected to produce more than ever before now. Even the incredibly super famous authors are feeling the pressure. It sounded right to me, as in, we (writers in general) hear this a lot. "More! Faster! Harder! Now!" in the least fun way you might imagine, ha ha. The article is HERE. I'd be interested to hear what my readers think. How many books a year, realistically, are enough to keep you interested in an author? What do you like/expect to see from us? I worry sometimes. I'm probably in the middle as far as writing speed goes, and I'll have three releases this year (January-July-August) and have two definitely on for next year so far, hopefully three. That's sort of the limit of my capability, and I rarely take a break. I am, however, available to harass through the major forms of social media...hopefully that counts for something!
In housekeeping-related business here at ye olde blog, I'm also interested in what you all might like to see here. I will happily post a weekly excerpt of some sort, and I plan to reinstitute Mantastic Mondays, so if there's a hunk you want to see, let me know and I'll go hunting online...one of my favorite pastimes:) Beyond that, you're going to get babble, but I'm open to suggestions.
Okay, time for another cup of Chai. I'll leave you with a song that I heard on the radio this morning, which is good because I had already decided I was going to be supremely pissed off if AltNation didn't play it while I was in the car. I suck at mornings. But I do love this song.