Writing books isn’t a 9 to 5. 24/7 I’m a writer
I’m always on the time clock. Seriously, my last trip, to Lake Erie, was called a vacation. But no, it wasn’t. It was research. Truth is, every trip I take, even to the grocery store, is research. My mind is a sponge—looking for the next story, the next scene, the next cowboy of my dreams. Every beginning is a means to a story.
Am I complaining? Nah…not at all. What other job involves many men, gorgeous at that, who love pleasing? And there’s always lots of sex. Where else can I kill off enemies without wearing orange for the rest of my life—just kidding—well, sort of. A bonus, I can stay in my jammies all day, which definitely sparks my creative side. Odd, huh?
In my latest book, Second Dance Cowboy (Second Chance), a scene was created from a shopping trip at Walmart. Here’s a snippet…
He rushed to keep up with her. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, he lost control of his cart and the front bumped into the end of the aisle display causing the stacks of paper towel rolls to come toppling to the floor. A young-faced boy wearing a red smock appeared out of nowhere, scowling and mumbling under his breath. When the young man brought his gaze upward and pinned Dillon with piercing eyes, he pointed at Peyton accusingly. She had no clue because she was already turning another corner.
Brushing past the evil worker, he finally caught up to Peyton again. How many aisles did this store have? “Did I say something last night that has made you angry?” He knew he was buzzing—maybe a little more than a buzz—but he hadn’t been drunk. He didn’t remember anything going horribly wrong—of course, his idea of horrible may not be her definition.
“Why would I be angry?” She continued shopping.
“I thought last night was nice.”
She came to a screeching halt, the sudden quiet of the cart alarming. She twisted and her gaze drilled him. He slowed and stopped. “Are you shopping for your girlfriend?”
The question threw him for a loop. “No.”
Her fist settled on her cocked hip. “Then it’s your time of the month?” One brow flipped upward.
“My time of the month for what?” He was at a complete loss. Since he’d entered this store, he’d been the target of Kung Fu stares and awkward flirting. Now he knew why he stayed out of chain grocery stores. This was out of his league.
Reaching into his pile of items, she grabbed a box and held it up. “Feminine napkins?”
He looked closer, reading the small print. “Shit!” What had he picked up? “They’re not mine.”
“I sort of guessed that.” One corner of her mouth lifted. At least she no longer eyed him like she could drop kick him into the wall.
“Okay, I’ll confess. I don’t shop here. In fact, I don’t shop at all.” With that admission, he pushed the cart to the side and stepped away, feeling a sudden sense of relief.
“Really? That’s a shocker.” Her sarcasm dripped from each word.
Coming Soon! Second Song Cowboy (Book 5, Second Chance)