Lazy, sunny, summer days. You know, the kind where you just want to lie out on the grass, turn up the radio and watch the fluffed up pillow like clouds roll by.
“Oh, Kev, its just way too hot.”
I disturb my husband’s slightly snoring slumber to move the blanket out of the sun and back into the shade again.
“What do you want me to do about it?” he snaps. Then, looking at my hurt expression he adds, “I’m only good at heating you up.”
Kendall is going to tell us all about her writing process and style, lets give her a warm welcome! Remember if you comment on this post you could win an Amazon Gift Voucher!
The writing process for me is somewhat chaotic. I work at a day job where no one knows my alternate identity, and if all goes to plan, will never find out. I also have a husband and two school-aged children. So all of this combined makes my writer’s life a challenge. Before I went back to work full-time I tried the “business hours” approach to writing. As soon as my children left for school I would sit down to work. An hour later the cursor would still be taunting me and I’d have a couple pairs of shoes on the way I’d just ordered from Zappos. The stories came, but very slowly. Much more slowly than I anticipated when I had hours stretching before me in which to write.
When I made the decision to go back to work last year, it did wonders for my creativity. It’s almost as if my muse sensed I’d gotten so fed up with her lazy attitude that I’d abandoned our relationship all together. So she started talking. A lot. “You can handle a full-time job and me at the same time… Your family will adjust… Buy an iPad…” Okay that last one I threw in there just to justify the purchase. Although I do make notes on it. I’m not playing Angry Birds or Fruit Ninja, honest…
What I’ve discovered about myself is that I work well under pressure and time constraints. When I had all that time yawning before me my creativity came to a near standstill at least a couple of times a week. Now that I must juggle writing with everything else I have found that even though I am not spending as much time at the keyboard as I used to, the time I do spend has become more productive. This time crunch has even helped me to rein in my pantser ways. I just don’t have time to go skipping down a plot line that could blow up in my face forty pages in.
So it may appear from the outside that I’m all over the place, and sometimes it feels that way, but at the end of the day the books are getting finished, I’m working at a day job I love, and my family still remembers my name. I must be doing something right :)
Her adult years were peppered with oddly chosen professions. She worked in the accounting field (snooze fest), as a safe sex counselor with Planned Parenthood for incoming college freshman (don’t ask) and as a personal trainer and lifestyle and weight management consultant.
After becoming a stay-at-home mother her true passion came to the surface and she began to write. She’s delighted every day when she can yell to her husband that she’s working, close the office door on the chaos that is a family of four and become lost in her stories.
Kendall’s promoting her book Come Undone which you can pick up from Ellora’s Cave now.
The first time Chase touched her, Jane finally understood addiction…understood the aching need, the keen want for more…more of his hands…his mouth…his tongue. His complete mastery over her body. She knew the suffocation of crushing anxiety as she waited for her next hit, the flash of terrific pain when it didn’t come.
Chase seems unwilling to give Jane what she needs; what she ultimately craves above all else. But addicts can’t think beyond the fix. They’ll resort to desperate measures to feed their need…even if they lose themselves in the process. Even if they come undone…
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Some days I don ’t know who wakes up first, him or me, by him I mean Little Ted. Some mornings he lies in and I don ’t see sight nor sound of him till late on in the day, but some mornings I wake up and he ’s already bolt upright and ready and raring to go. This morning is one of those mornings.
I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitchen, I start to brew a pot of tea and put some bread under the grill, if I act and behave like its just another day maybe little Ted will go back to sleep. As I sit awkwardly eating my toast I realise he ’s not going to going to, no, not for love nor money. He is here to stay today!
