Last month, #bookstagram convinced me to read a book. I’m sure you can relate, I’m sure I’m not the only one who picked up a book purely for the hype. Well, it turned out to be a great book. So, I decided to read another from the same author. And it was a fantastic book! I decided to keep going and read all of her back-catalog and, now, she’s my new favorite author. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.
Yes, you’ve read it right. It’s a bold statement, especially for a romance author (me, in case you were wondering). Well, let me tell you a secret: I started writing romance because I hate romance. There. I said it. I like reading, and I read a lot. Probably not as much as I would like to, even not as much as I should, I’ll admit that, but I do read a lot. And I read all genres, I’m not picky — I love any book that can stop time and make me feel something. That is, when that something isn’t frustration. And romance is the only genre that leaves me frustrated 98% of the time. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.
For those unfamiliar with what this is, let me explain: every April and July, NaNoWriMo runs a ‘camp’. It’s pretty much the same as what happens in November — a month of furious writing — except you make your own goals. You can set a number of words, days, or even hours to write, you decide if you’re working with a first draft or a revision or something else entirely, and you can join one of the cabins to go through the month in groups (which is always fun). This April, I decided to set my goal by hours and not words as I’ve done every other year. I pledged to write 60 hours this month — 2 hours per day. This is day 8 of the month and how many hours have I written? THREE. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.