I’ve fallen into the time suck that is summer in the Pacific Northwest. We’re blessed with days that stretch until nearly 10 p.m. (and dawn well before 5 a.m., yikes!) and when I haven’t been eating blueberries off the bushes in my backyard while pretending to do yard work, reading romance novels in the hammock, and walking in the woods, I’ve been furiously writing.
I finished a draft of my new middle grade novel (think “Are You There God it’s Me Margaret?” with a splash of “Bring It On” ) and sent it off to my beta readers. Sales of Secret Heart are progressing nicely (it’s even been added by my local libraries and possibly one of yours!). I’m continuing to write new short stories and contribute to Preemie Babies 101.
The real news here is that I published my fourth short story this year for 101 Words. You might remember that writing flash fiction is my first love. This micro-story, “Night Swimming” is close to my heart and not just because I turned an accidental skinny-dipping session with a snake into a fairy tale- it’s also a reminder of how persistence pays off.