I hit “Send” on Twelve Nights, the sequel to my Scottish Blaze Historical, Bound to Please last Saturday at 5 AM. After three plus weeks of self-sequestering, I’m back toÂ living like a biped human being–exercising again and washing my hair again andÂ eating meals off an actual table.
Deadlining, not to be confused with mainlining (though admittedly there are similarities),Â allowsÂ writers to experience the duality of our natures. Think Devil-Angel, Jeykl and Hyde, The Ripper and…Jack.Â In my case, I go fromÂ being this fairly fastidious person to one who’s picking sushi riceÂ out of her computer keyboard.
DeadliningÂ puts me in touch with my inner adrenalin junkie. Deadlining is my NASCAR. I may not parachute out of planes or go on amusement park rides that spin faster than the classic carousel, but hop me up on caffeine and give me a weekÂ to writeÂ those last 20,000 words, and I’m a regular Evel Knievel.Â
Now that the deadlineÂ drama is past, I’mÂ living large–and enjoying spring in New York–at least until the revisions come in.
PS Check back in a few for my mid-April contest winner.