My romantic suspense novel, tentatively titled, "Distraction," is FINALLY finished. I'm currently having a few "readers" look at it, so I may still be making a few changes, but still, it's soooo nice to be on this end of such a long journey. I've been working on this book for about three years now, learning the ropes as I go; and I feel that my writing, as well as my understanding of novel writing versus magazine writing, has improved dramatically. I'm so excited; and in many ways, finally at peace.

Usually, when I'm in the writing "frenzy;" i.e., trying to turn what's in my head into the masterpiece I imagine, I feel totally distracted (like the name of my book!). All I seem to be able to think about are my characters, plot, and the words I want to use to help convey my themes. But when I eventually get to the point I am now, when all the elements I've worked so hard to merge together find that perfect fit, I feel as if I can rest, for now my writing work is finally finished.

Not all my writing work, of course, for I'm currently formulating my next novel, but that story I've felt so compelled to create for so long has, for better or worse, been born into the world. And I rejoice.

Rejoice with me, won't you?