A change is as good as a restBy Norah Wilson
I write paranormal/romantic suspense hybrids. You know, vampires and women in jeopardy and lots of suspense/action/adventure. Very sensual, very intense stuff. But as the agent passes begin to pile up on my last vamp novel, I’ve found myself struggling with the next one. I mean, really struggling. Struggling to find the time to write. Struggling to find the words when I finally find the time. Struggling to stay motivated.
So when my friend Heather Doherty, who writes wonderful literary Oprah-type stuff, said, “Hey, wanna collaborate on a private detective novel with a protagonist who’s female, forty and funny?”, I said, “Omigod, yes!” Which is a testament to how eager I was to put the work-in-progress aside.
So I’m making the adjustment from third person to first person (harder than you might think) and trying to loosen up to the humor. I’m actually having lots of fun with it. But here’s the real kicker--I’m much more inclined now to sit down with my vamp WIP and write. Now that I have even less time for my own story, I’m being more productive. Go figure. I guess a change really is as good as a rest.
And here’s another change--I finally ditched my old rust-bucket for a new car! Mainly because the floorboards were rotting out of the old one and it needed new struts and springs. And brakes and tires. Essentially, it would have taken more money to fix it than it was worth. (Thirteen Canadian winters is more than you can ask of any car.) So my bare-bones-basic 1993 Ford Tempo inherited from my mother-in-law has now been replaced by a 2003 Ford Taurus SEL, fully loaded. Leather seats, cruise control, 6-disk CD player, A/C, moon roof, electronic everything. The Taurus, I’ve learned from my research, depreciates with alarmingly rapidity (there’s a glut of them on the market, thanks to their popularity as rental cars), but it is reputed to have great longevity. Which is fine by me, because when this family is finished with a car, it’s finished.
Now, if I could just change the numbers on my bathroom scales…