Here's a bit I did recently for Magical Musings. Really loved how it turned out (or maybe that's just the fever talking, lol).
Working on an edit deadline, I decided to wait until I had the time to properly put together a post for today. I even had a topic, I just wanted to have a clear schedule to find the right words.
Then I got sick. Not bad, but my throat and stomach are not very happy with me right now and I’m soooo sleepy.
But as any entertainer knows, the Post Must Go On. Or, as is inscribed in the James Farley Post Office in New York City (and it turns out is a lot older than that):
Some things have changed in the years since I first wrote the book. We no longer have stewardesses and the pile of greenbar reports I had my heroine tumble off the desk to distract the hero are so last century. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the struggle to be professional in one’s career. Is it dress for success? Being hungry to reach the top? Working eighty hour weeks?
I don’t know. That’s the lovely thing about a novel: I get to explore many of these from different points of view. But as far as being sick and still having to work, my hero sums it up nicely. “The client says, ‘How are you today’? And you say, ‘Not so good. But what can I do for you anyway?'”
Neither rain nor snow nor throat of sore can keep me from my appointed posts
More on Hot Chips and Sand coming soon, but I’m thrilled to share this gorgeous cover by EJR Digital Art!
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Then I got sick. Not bad, but my throat and stomach are not very happy with me right now and I’m soooo sleepy.
But as any entertainer knows, the Post Must Go On. Or, as is inscribed in the James Farley Post Office in New York City (and it turns out is a lot older than that):
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.It reminds me of the book I’m releasing in September. A complete re-edit of the first novel I completed, Hot Chips and Sand rose out of my struggle to be both mother and successful career woman. Its a romantic comedy, but in it, I explore what it means to be a professional.
(From Wikipedia)
Some things have changed in the years since I first wrote the book. We no longer have stewardesses and the pile of greenbar reports I had my heroine tumble off the desk to distract the hero are so last century. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the struggle to be professional in one’s career. Is it dress for success? Being hungry to reach the top? Working eighty hour weeks?
I don’t know. That’s the lovely thing about a novel: I get to explore many of these from different points of view. But as far as being sick and still having to work, my hero sums it up nicely. “The client says, ‘How are you today’? And you say, ‘Not so good. But what can I do for you anyway?'”
Neither rain nor snow nor throat of sore can keep me from my appointed posts
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