I’ve completly scrapped what I had written for my Steampunk romance. It finally dawned on me that I was missing the punk, and writing a time travel. This stuff isn’t easy for a 50 year old, trust me. But now I’m excited, and totally looking forward to something that will let my mind wander down sepia-toned streets. How cool is this writing stuff when…well, it feels cool.
100 pages, here I come. And this guy, not my hero, is a secondary character.