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There has been a lot of things going on in my life. Lately it seems like I can’t keep up with everything. I had surgery a little over two weeks ago and getting back up to speed afterwards is taking its toll on me. I thought I’d just bounce back. I’d be up and running after a few days.
Physically, I’m up and running. For the most part, I’m healed. It’s nice, since I’m a mom and keep up with the tot requires me to be on my toes.
But the writing part…that’s where I feel like I’m falling behind. I don’t have a huge schedule or a ton of deadlines set up for me. What I do have is a few deadlines set up for me. Now usually, I thrive on deadlines. I need that structure. I was that dork in school who loved to know ahead of time when everything was due and what was expected so I could get them done. On the writing front, I even worked myself hard to meet all of my deadlines ahead of time so I knew when I healed I wasn’t going to have stuff hanging over my head.
I had this crazy notion that while I was in the hospital, I’d write in my notebook. Yeah, that didn’t happen. When I could keep my eyes open, I wasn’t thinking about stories. Nope. I was thinking about going home and keeping something down.
Then I thought, I’m home, so I’ll get all of this writing done. I didn’t. I watched movies, slept a lot and read a couple of books. But writing? It wasn’t happening. I’d open the notebook or look at the laptop and lose not only interest but enthusiasm.
I hated it.
I’m back on the horse, so to speak. I’ve gotten words written and pages down. I’ve got two notebooks full of more words that need to go into the computer. It’s happening. Little by little. Baby steps.
What did I realize though as I healed was that I needed a break. It wasn’t that the words weren’t there. It wasn’t that I’d lost the touch. I needed a break. My body said, um, yeah. Time to heal.
I listened. I took those two weeks off. I didn’t force myself to write. I didn’t allow myself to feel guilty because I wasn’t writing. To my shock, it worked. I don’t make myself write just yet. If the words flow, I jump on the feeling. If they don’t…I find something else to do until they do.
What about you? Have you ever had this happen? Ever felt like you were falling behind or failing? Did you ever need a break? I’d love to know. We can commiserate.
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Justin isn’t where he wants to be. He knows shifters aren’t supposed to work for the humans, but due to a circumstance that spiraled out of his control…he’s in over his head. He wants out and when he spies Zeus on the dating app, he’s willing to risk everything to get to the lion shifter. He believes Zeus might be the one to help him move beyond his past and unleash his roar.
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His phone beeped and vibrated in his hand. He tensed at the sound. The noise came back. He should look at the screen. Should. His heart hammered, and the lion clawed at him from within. He turned his attention from the big cat to the phone. A gigantic arrow with Justin’s photo in it bounced back and forth on the screen. He touched the arrow and held his breath. Justin had replied.
Hi. Saw you, too. I’d like to talk. Tell me about you.
Holy shit. Excitement rippled through him. The lion stood at attention within him, equally thrilled. Zeus blew out the breath he’d held. What should he say? He didn’t want to sound silly.
I’m thirty-three. Single. I work @ a shelter. He paused. What else should he add? I’m looking for love.
He hit send before he could delete the words he’d typed. He probably sounded ridiculous. When Justin replied, Zeus yelped. He glanced over at Joe, who didn’t seem to have noticed.
Love, huh? Are you a romantic?
A romantic? More like a horny bastard who wanted sex that might become love. He drummed his fingers on the desk. Answering would be smart.
Justin replied first. Oh. You’re unsure? I’m a romantic. There’s someone out there for everyone, and I’m looking for my someone.
Damn. Justin was a romantic or, at least, came across that way. Maybe, the sweetness was a little much, but oh well. He’d never know if he didn’t try. Want to meet? You sound like my kind of guy.