All over but the writing...

New writing ideas are always fun.

I know I should be chugging away on my revisions, but last week I had a wonderful idea for a Regency. I was so excited, I started plotting it right away. And I've finished. The plotting phase at least. Character Lists, Research tidbits, pictures, and an entire plot run-through. It seems like I've done so much work.

Until I realize I've still got the 100,000 word novel to write.

Oh well. Little battles. One day at a time.

P.S. I've decided I'll post an avatar that fits my subject, if I happen to have one.

Master of the House

Here's the promised picture:) This was taken some time ago. I'll take some nice ones at his birthday party this weekend and post them. He is undeniably cute. He always makes people smile at him. Even me when he's steadily driving me nuts.

...is never normal.

What to say in my first post?

My name is Daphney (or at least my pen name is) and I, like millions of others out there, am an aspiring writer. Mostly I write romance, but I'm sure you'll hear plenty about my occasional attempts at other genre's. They never end well, but you never grow if you never try. It's as true in craft as it is in life.

Why is the writing life never normal?

Well, I'm sure somewhere out there is a blessedly lucky writer who can refute this. All I can say to you is this: Sit down, be quiet, and be happy.

Most of my abnormality seems to come from my son. I've posted a picture of him. Jonas Nathaniel will be one year old this week! It's been a crazy year. Punctuated by moments of happieness, moments of panic, and moments of pain. I wouldnt trade it for anything. Back in the normal days, before I'd learned of my pregnancy, I'd actually gotten a nibble from an agent. My first book has been in a constant state of revision for...three years now? At my wonderful husbands prompting I sent it to an agent. Call it a test run. Miraculously she liked it enough to leave me some decent comments! Not enough to offer to represent me, but still... Be happy with the miracles you get.

Three weeks after I got her kind reply I found out I was pregnant. I didn't even look at my manuscript again until Jonas was three months old.

So here I am. Trying to worm my way back into a writing life. Trying to convince the baby to amuse himself for bits of time so I can get some work done. Crawling out of my warm bed at ungodly hours (I've never been a morning person) and sneaking down my stairs so I can get an hour or so in before my husband and the baby get up for the day. All in pursuit of something most sane people tell you will never happen.

I suppose if I listened to them, it wouldn't.