I spent this weekend tooling around the Denver metroplex signing stock for X-RATED BLOODSUCKERS.
Some of the Barnes & Nobles had this nifty floor display (called a dump!) It was a kick to see copies of Jeanne's book THE BECOMING
on display as well. While it was cool to see my book out, I get the willies thinking the worst. What if in three months my editor calls and asks where do I want the remaindered stock delivered?
Last week I turned in the third installment of my Felix Gomez books. What an ordeal finishing that one (as usual). I was looking forward to some time off to market X-RATED BLOODSUCKERS
when my agent emailed and told me to get started on book four. Crack that whip!
So I had an hour between sending in my third manuscript and starting on the fourth. I used the time to clean up my writing space--trash the layers of edited pages and PostIt notes, toss the dead pens, vacuum the sugar crisp cereal around my chair. As I was doing so I remembered an article I read a long time ago about establishing a "sacred space" for writing. A refuge to let my literary muse romp. Keep the place clean and quiet, burn incense and candles, surround myself with inspiring images. As a genre-writer, I don't have that luxury. If my writer space was a car, this is what it would look like:
What is your sacred space for creativity?