My characters are in hibernation. It’s partially my fault, but still. Usually Lucy is knocking on the inside of my brain when I’m on hiatus, wondering why I’m not writing down her very important story. But this time, she is eerily quiet. Maybe it’s because she’s content to be holed up in her luxurious room with her handsome, brooding, aggressive mystery man, taking hot baths and eating wonderful food.

Hmmm… I wouldn’t be eager to move on either.

But on the other hand, Parker and Gainer are stuck at a point where they are awaiting some crucial information that will determine the furthering direction of the book. Problem is, I haven’t quite figured out the details of the information which includes a lot of history and a bit of premonition. I’m not sure I’m ready to work through the muck.

I know I need to write every day, (hasn’t been happening) and I am determined to complete this novel. But I also know that when I try to push the story in my head before I’m ready, all I get it a bunch of crap that doesn’t make sense that I’ll have to seriously revise later. If I wait, and let the story unfold as it will, the pieces come together rather easily and what evolves is much better than what I would have forced out anyway.

So… I wait for inspiration, or the muses, the writing gods or whoever to strike. Meanwhile, I’ll be filling stuffy orders.