Elizabeth Black writes in a wide variety of genres including erotica,
erotic romance, and dark fiction. She lives on the Massachusetts coast with her
husband, son, and three cats. Visit her web
site, her Facebook page, and her Amazon
Author Page.
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Mid-winter, I decided to stop writing and look for an agent.
I've recently finished sending out agent queries for one of my erotic novels.
That's nearly 70 queries in about a month. So far, no takers, but I have plenty
of time to hear back from anyone who may be interested. I'm remaining hopeful
that someone will want to represent me.
In the meantime, the mountains of snow here in Massachusetts
have finally melted (for the most part), and spring has sprung. I can see out
the windows for the first time in several months. When the piles of snow
covered the ground, I couldn't see outside because the snow had piled several
feet high, covering the windows completely. The cats were beside themselves
with boredom not being able to see outside to see what creatures may have been
running by in the middle of the night. Here's what the view from outside my
apartment complex looked like. I live on the ground floor. The snow holed me
inside for three months.
Now that I have finished my agent search for the time being,
I've taken some time off. It's a good thing I have no urgent deadlines ahead of
me. I can take a break. I'm not quite ready to begin writing again. I don't
feel like it. When I do get back in the groove, I will work in increasing the
word count in "Full Moon Fever", my bisexual ménage werewolf shifter
book. It's at novella length now. I need to increase it to novel length and
develop the characters a bit more. Then, I'll start the agent query process all
over again. Déjà vu and back again.
So to recharge my brain so that I feel like writing again,
I've taken to walking on the beaches near my home nearly every morning, weather
and time permitting. The beach is mostly deserted save for a few couples or
individuals walking their dogs. The weather is brisk so I still need to wear a
sweater and sweat pants. It's not shorts weather yet. Here is the beach I walk
on in the spring – Good Harbor Beach in Gloucester, Massachusetts.
After May 15, I begin walking on Long Beach in Rockport,
Massachusetts. I live in Rockport, so I take advantage of my beach parking
sticker I get for the car every year. I can't park in the lot of Gloucester
beaches during the summer because I'm not a resident, and I don't want to pay
$100 for an out-of-towner sticker that I'd use for only two or three
months. This is Long Beach.
So, for the time being, I'm in rest mode. I'm not writing.
I'm not promoting. I'm barely on Facebook and Twitter, and I like it that way.
Frankly, Facebook has been depressing as hell lately. I've seen too much
political bickering regardless of political affiliation. I don't want to see
another picture of an abused kitten or a heartless, grinning hunter who gunned
down a giraffe for sport. Everyone is getting sick or upset. I don't want to
read more about Sad Puppies and Rabid Puppies, and if you follow science
fiction, fantasy, and the Hugo Awards you'll know exactly what I'm talking
about. If not, Google it. The awards have been gamed much the same way you can
game the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards. So rather than see all this crap,
I've been walking on the beach, watching movies, reading the "Game Of
Thrones" books (which I will probably be reading until the U. S. has a new
President, LOL Those books take forever
to get through.), and cooking. It's good to take a break and replenish your
energy coffers every so often. I highly recommend it. When I'm ready, I'll
begin work on "Full Moon Fever". Until then, I play in the sand and
surf.
