Back to the past. I’m currently working on a historical romance set in the 1860s. I have a damaged hero, a veteran (of sorts) of the civil war and a spunky young heroine running away from an arranged marriage.

When I write, I find that I tend to go all out. So my poor family endures having conversations with a wife and mom who isn’t quite living in 2016. There’s lots of chicken tenders/fish sticks for dinner, dust bunnies under the beds, and housewifely neglect (I often joke that I’m not a house-WIFE because the house would have divorced me long ago). Thank goodness my family is supportive and my husband LIKES fish sticks or I’d be doomed.

So, I apologize if my posting is a bit spotty while I get the story out of my head and onto my hard drive.