I’m doing the art sheet for 72 Hours, and I’m realizing that—yet again—I’ve managed to write a book with very little, if any, description of the hero and heroine. I like very little description as a reader because I make my own images and no amount of description on the author’s part is going to dislodge that visual. Clearly I write the same way. Which isn’t a bad thing unless the cover artist wants to know what they look like. Ummm…he’s tall, dark and romance hero-ish, and she’s a brunette romance heroine. She carries a Sig, and he prefers a Glock.
I also have to write the blurb for it, which is excrutiatingly painful for me. And this book, unlike Twice Upon A Roadtrip and Forever Again, has the added challenge of a suspense plot. So far all I have is a tagline:
Alex Rossi leads a double life, and it may cost Grace Nolan her son…
I’ll get it eventually. I just have to whine about it first, or as the husband would say, “Bitch and moan, bitch and moan.”
I’ve also got an inbox full of flagged emails I need to respond to. Then, just maybe, by the end of the day I’ll get to write a bit.