I haven't stopped in months. I don't know how or why and I'm not looking that proverbial gift horse in the mouth. I just know I started writing on one book in September of 2025 and finished it, immediately going into another. It's been one hell of a ride and I'm nowhere near being done yet. Two more books in The Nature of Love series, a short story collection -- well, that one's already written. I just need to curate it and put it together. A rom-com for the series with a working title of Frank Sinatra Sings because the couple are Sinatra fans. And the books are titled Fly Me to the Moon; All the Way ; and It Had to be You . And after that, the second book in my Shakespearean Inspired fiction, this one based on The Merchant of Venice, Do We Not Bleed . I'm looking at a solid year of write, write, write. And I am on fire. For the first time in a long time, my dry spell is over. In the meantime, I'm getting a crash course in the publishing indust...
I like being an indie. I really really do. Being an indie means I'm my own gatekeeper. I determine what the plot is, what's best for the story. I choose the cover art. Yeah, there's a downside -- there's a downside to traditional publishing. But, at the same time, for the control freak in me, it suits me. And then again.... You find me one indie that wouldn't jump at the chance to be with a traditional publisher and I'll eat the candles off your next birthday cake. Of course we would. We're not stupid. It's a lower royalty rate, it means the publisher can make changes -- all for the good of the story. But it's a whole lot less of the stress and work. And I find myself in the position of maybe being picked up by a traditional publisher. One with a great reputation and a willingness to work for and with their authors. Is it wrong to want that? Hell no. So. Here goes nothing. Write On!