I must apologise for not writing, or rather blogging, lately. In fact, my writing has taken a back seat. The reason for this? One word - Christmas. It seems the mere mention of that C word not only zaps me of festive cheer but also of sex (writing that is, not having it!) I blame all those TV adverts.
And then of course today was Adam's first birthday. I can't believe this time last year both myself and Adam were at Death's Door. Thankfully, we both pulled through, although my health is not at its best.
But enough doom and gloom and lack of festive cheer, it's time to get back into the saddle and write some hot hot sex. Body Rocks is coming (no pun intended) along nicely. I am about 3/4 way through, and really pleased that the minimum word count for print is 35,000. Personally I like to write at least 50,000, but unless something strikes me in a moment of inspiration, Body Rocks will be right on that minimum amount.
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