Emma Anderson

A couple of weeks ago, I began thinking about what I was going to do. I started writing about the many characters in my head because it allowed me to stay at home for my boys. I'm actually a trained teacher. Anyway I was hoping my writing career would offer me enough income to cover my boys high school fees. They are quite reasonable considering the cost of some of the private schools here. But that hasn't happened. I'm sure it would if I could produce more books a year but that just isn't how I work. Things have to be logical in my stories and I'm sure you've noticed if you've read any of my books, I put an emphasis on the emotions of my characters. It all has to make sense in my head first. That's just who I am. I make a connection with the voices in my head, and I have to share that with my readers. Many other authors do it well in a much shorter time frame than me. I sometimes wish I could do that, but I can't and that's okay. I'm proud of what I've accomplished so far in my writing career.

Anyway, long story short, I will continue to write, but it will be around my other paying job now. I'll be relieving at schools which will allow me to still attend the many specialist appointments for my youngest boy. Please be patient with me, I will be around and will definitely still be sharing my character's stories.

Now, on a side note, has anyone seen my mojo? It seems to have up and left me wordless. I have Chaos's story to write and share the trouble his mate gets into but as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard they freeze, refusing to move. How frustrating! I wonder if it has anything to do with the driving holiday I'm taking with my three boys (Hubby is included in this description) next week. I hope that's all it is and when I get back my fingers start to fly across the keyboard again.

At least that's given me a chance to fiddle with the YA book I submitted to Evernight Teen a few months back. They liked it but before they will accept it I need to make a few changes. Damn showing rather than telling. I'm still falling into that trap of telling. Maybe it's the teacher in me!