It’s 5 o’clock in the morning, and I’m awake. Tired but wired. Had to leave home yesterday because of a leak in a neighboring condo. I’d planned to work all weekend on a novel that an agent has requested to see. I will but somehow my muse wants to be home not camping out at a friend’s house. I do have the place to myself, so I can get some writing in. The agent asked for more character development, so off I am to delve into the psyche of a 21st century woman and a fallen angel.
Looking forward to the release of Hot Spanish Nights and rewrites on another fallen angel story (erotic) about an angel who falls into a woman’s arms–and wants to stay there, working title, Do Angels Dream?