Monday. Monday!

Today summer starts for me! Yes! I know! It’s spring.

There are tulips in my yard.

And bluebells.

And tons of cottonwood cotton.

But summer starts for me because tomorrow is my last day of school until fall (maybe even longer).

 

So I will write even harder in my Writing Like a Writer campaign.

 

I heard news on Friday that both my editors want happy novels from me.

Love.

Kissing.

Joy.

Happy.

Happy?

 

I’m not happy.

My novels are rarely happy.

Every once in a while a happy book sneaks through (Signed, Skye Harper–released next month) but anyone who has read my books knows.

😦 😦 😦

 

At first I balked.

I was scared. Still am.

Then I wondered–if I’m writing like a writer, can’t I write my dark, depressed, horrible life novels AND happier things, too?

 

Well, that’s a good question. I don’t know.

But I know I can try.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

 

What does Writing Like a Writer mean to you?