It wasn't time...

then but now it is. About nine months ago I was on the phone with one of my favorite people ever. And I said, hey, listen I had this idea for a book and here it is. And as the they say, I broke it down for her.

I didn't know a book could have a fan before it's written, but this one did. And Alison Tyler was the one who reminded me a few months later that this book was 'in the chute'. But I didn't write it. I had notes and notes and the whole idea. Probably, to be perfectly frank (I love being frank I get to wear a man's suit) I had more detail for this book than for any I'd ever written. But I didn't write it...and I didn't write it. And...I still didn't write it.

Then I tried and it wasn't gelling. It was, in fact, menh. So-so. So I put it away, a little fretful but not too much.

It's been about...three months since that first go? About that. And this morning, after a particularly daunting, exhausting and suck-ass night last night where I tossed and turned and was pretty much mind-fuckingly miserable...I sat down and started writing it. And it came out feeling perfect and fine, those beginning paragraphs. It resonated exactly as I wanted it to and it felt right, right, right. So, now I'm totally psyched. I don't know why I fretted. It just wasn't time. But it's sure as hell time now.

Looks like I'll be kicking off my 38th year tomorrow with a new WIP (((watcha!!)))

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. isn't that pinup clock to. die. for???