The Day I Felt Like Mic Jagger by Vonnie Davis

I'd been writing toward the magic words of THE END on book two of my "Black Eagle Ops" series. According to my bullet list, this past weekend should have been the completion of HERS TO HEAL. I could feel the sigh of relief building. Calvin had promised me a celebratory meal out. I was more than ready for free time. Mental rejuvenation time.

After all, I'd been writing this book from ten am until eight or nine pm seven days a week for three months. I was more than ready for a break.

The hero's proposal had been offered and accepted. Then a couple hours later, the hero tells the heroine about his new job. I figured she'd be happy. But was she? No-o-o-o-o! In fact, she inhaled a heated breath of air and hurled--hurled, mind you--orders for him to refuse the job. "No!" I screamed at the computer screen. "If you say that, he'll walk out." And, of course, she said it and was shocked when the door slammed in her face.

I glanced at my bullet list taped next to me. I had three scenes to write. I did not have time for this foolishness. I stalked to the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee to wash down headache medicine. And Mic Jagger came on the oldies radio station I play on low.

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down, to my feet and I saw they bled
Yeah, sure and I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, sure
Yeah, I was crowned with a spike right through my head
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas
But it's all right
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas
(** Lyrics by Mic Jagger and Keith Richards)

So, is HERS TO HEAL finished? Well, no...not quite. I get a shot in my retina at 11:30 today. Between the shot and 5 different types of eye drops, my vision will be done for the rest of the day.

Tomorrow. I'm hoping tomorrow will be the magic day. Then not only will I sing Mic's song, but with a banana in my hand like a microphone, I'm strutting and prancing through my kitchen singing...

 

Well, it was Wednesday when the sun shone upon my head. Yeah.

And I finally put that dratted book to bed. Yeah.

So, it's all right, now, now that it's done.

'Cause I'm a Romance Writer,
Where, where, where is my choc-OH-lat? 

Vonnie Davis writes contemporary and contemporary paranormal romance all with a splash of suspense and a dollop of humor. She likens herself to a freshly baked croissant: Warm, crusty, wrinkled, a tad flaky and best served with strong coffee. Visit her on www.vonniedavis.com