I belong to a fabulously supportive Facebook group, Chick
Lit Goddesses. Conceived of, developed by, and guided by the wonderful author,
Isabella Louise Anderson. She poses questions periodically and one from last
December caught my fancy as a potential blog post.
I did not respond to her and the other Goddesses at that
time, but, late but not forgotten, Isabella, here’s my answer.
What season describes
your relationship with your current WIP?
Since this is my romance and relationships focus blog, I will
talk about my Angelica French works. Yes, more than one.
The second WIP is for maintaining my general membership
status in Romance Writers of America using their new rules. I must produce a
novel of at least 20,000 words by year’s end. I document that by posting a word
count each month and must upload the completed document by year’s end. I am
working on a dino porn anthology I will indie publish unless my Sizzler
Editions editor accepts it for a novella length book.
It is pretty obvious that I am in early spring with that manuscript. I am sowing the seeds
(developing
ideas for each segment), and watering and weeding them as they grow
(line and content edits). Like any farmer, I hope the sun keeps shining (inspiration
and commitment) so the seedlings grow into a finished crop (book).
Now to the toughie. Manuscript number three.
What season is Sex for
Sale, the sequel to Streetwalker,
in? I, as Angelica, have been working on that sequel for too long now. I seem
to be stuck as I regard the garden where I planted it.
The seeds for Sex for
Sale were planted and tended right after Streetwalker was accepted for publication, but then I walked away (to
tend other books) and left the planted crop one-third done and untended.
Weeds took over and killed some of the seedlings. Left
unwatered, other seedlings died. Some seedlings survived and sprang up but they
seemed to be from another plant, a volunteer, as we say in gardening.
Winter snow covers
it all now, and I can either shovel off the drifts and try to grow the story in
this weather or wait until spring. Then I can dig up the garden. Separate the
viable plants and discard the others. And start the growing season again.
I am in a fallow season with Sex for Sale. My editor keeps wanting me to send the manuscript,
but it’s stunted. I think the biggest problem is I am trying to make the garden
produce more than it is capable of.
The “Sex Sells” series was conceived of, from the beginning, as a trilogy. I have
come to see it is more likely a two-book series. When I stop trying to stretch
Carrie and Harlan’s story into a thin three-book package and instead develop a
full two books, it will come together. Spring
is coming again for Sex for Sale.