The Hardest Part of Writing Is… by Jenn Hughes – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Personally, I find that the hardest part about writing is finding the time for it. Other writers seem to be able to find ways to write prolifically. They release multiple novels in the same span of time it takes me to complete one. But many are full-time authors, others are retired, some may be night owls who are at their most creative at the midnight hour.

I, however, am none of those things.

I have a family and a home. I work full-time. I’m on the board of a non-profit association. That doesn’t even cover all the small, everyday things that crop up and demand attention. And I am most certainly not a night owl. I’m comatose by 10 PM. Asleep with Finding Bigfoot on TV because you know what? It doesn’t matter what I miss with that show because I know the ending. Spoiler alert – they never find Bigfoot.

So, finding time to devote to writing is difficult. Justifying it can be even more difficult. I feel guilty sometimes. Why am I writing when I should be…

(Insert any household chore there.)

But, as time passes, I’m getting better at time management. I work from home several days a week, and my brain functions best immediately following a cup of morning coffee, so I wake up early and write one chapter. I allow an hour, and I don’t concern myself with getting down all the details because I like to think on it and clean up later. After work and homework and dinner, I allow another hour – if I’m not braindead at that point.

(I usually am. I’m re-teaching myself algebra and geometry to help my twelve-year-old with his homework. I thought I’d served my time in math class, but apparently not.)

Writing is tough. Even with all the ideas and plots and fascinating characters swirling around in your head, you still have to get them on paper or pixel without sacrificing your responsibilities. That can be said of pretty much anything, any hobby or pastime or pleasure.

So guess what? You have to love it to do it. You have to enjoy scavenging for a few minutes here or there. You have to plan to write, and then actually write. It’s easy to put it off, say you’ll do it another day because Prime now has five seasons of Finding Bigfoot – but don’t.

In the end, every quick sentence or idea I jot down is a victory. If I get a solid hour to write, I’m thrilled. It’s kind of like mowing the lawn. Cut one swath, and then another, and another. I can see my progress, and it motivates me. Maybe it takes me three times longer, and I’m only mowing one lawn instead of two, but I went at my own pace and had fun—and that’s the point.

Walking wildfire Sam Owens gets Lillian hot in all the right ways, but there’s more to the software CEO than just a pretty face. And a great body. And… Oh, right. He’s the enemy, according to the contract she signed with his rival. So when they secretly meet up for movies at The Electric, Lillian can’t get too involved with Sam. She could lose her job. Her reputation. And her heart.

Sam is in love with his company, his image, his video games, and his ability to avoid commitment–at least until he levels up with attorney Lillian Walker. With her love of campy horror flicks and a body that makes him want to howl like a cartoon wolf, Sam’s found his leading lady. Too bad getting close to Lillian means tangling with her boss, a supervillain in the making.

In the nights leading up to Christmas, movies at The Electric mean more than just mutant toads and cannibal fruitcakes. Between shenanigans with old flames and an arch nemesis out to destroy any future they might have, Sam and Lillian learn the hard way that falling in love isn’t as easy as it looks on screen. When the past gets in the way of a perfect “the end,” there’s really only one solution–if werewolf Santas can bring them together, zombie ex-girlfriends can keep them together.

After all, anything’s possible at The Electric.

Enjoy an Excerpt:

“Hey! Lillian! Over here,” Sam called out from his booth while waving his hand.

Slow turn in his direction. Fake, slight surprise at finally finding him. Soft smile. Not too big as to seem excited. Lillian walked over to join him, dodging busy waiters and waitresses carrying loaded trays of food. Her smile grew wider every step of the way.

“In the Still of the Night” played on the glowing jukebox in the corner, and everything else sort of fell away. The other patrons disappeared. So did the diner. Only bottomless pools of cobalt blue remained…

Until Lillian bumped into the edge of the table, jarring silverware and glasses of water. She tried to take her seat opposite Sam, but when she slid into the booth she kind of…fell into it. Like a big mackerel flopping onto a dock. She quickly pulled herself upright and then scooted across the red vinyl seat.

I’m living in this booth now. I’ll never get up again. No problem.

Her face and neck burned like she’d been doused with scalding water. She averted her eyes and wriggled out of her coat. When she finally mustered the courage to look up, Sam’s grin left her with third-degree shame burns.

“Worn out?” he asked, one dark eyebrow raised above the rim of his glasses.

“Oh, no. Fine. Everything’s fine.”

She played it cool…ish. Hard to appear cool when klutzing in front of a dreamboat. And she refused to give Sam a hint of how damn good it felt just to sit across from him in that demon booth.

About the Author: Jenn Hughes writes romance with a heavy dose of humor. A lifelong love of all things sci-fi, combined with her day job in marketing, IT, and graphic design, infuses her writing with tech-centric and geeky references.

When not reading and writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and gardening at her home in North Carolina. You might also find her gaming, repairing computers and electronics, experimenting with mixed media art, or finishing furniture.

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