When
I found out I would be guest blogging for Big Al, and on Halloween of
all days, I knew my post had to be brilliant. I mean, nothing less
would do. But every time I sat down to write, I found myself staring
at a blank screen, day after day, waiting for that brilliant
inspiration to hit. Should I write something about my brand new urban
fantasy/paranormal romance, Splintered Souls? Should I write
about my crazy farm (for those of you not in the know, I live on a
working farm, but I do very little of the actual work)? Or maybe I
should list my all-time favorite scary movies and the perfect candy
to accompany each one (you’re dying to read that list, aren’t
you?) But at 10pm on the night my post is due, I’m still staring at
that blank screen.
I
know what you’re thinking, and yes, I may have waited too long to
get started. Why? Well, I’d like to say I’ve just been too busy
to write, what with a new litter of piglets to photograph in every
possible pose imaginable, a sequel in the works, and karaoke to sing,
but the sad truth is I’m a writer, and therefore, a master of
procrastination. In fact, my procrastination skills are legendary.
Case in point, with the clock ticking down on my deadline, was I hard
at work at my desk (i.e. comfy chair and laptop parked directly in
front of the widescreen TV)? Um, no. I was in the kitchen whipping up
a pumpkin pie—from scratch!—and cooking an epic dutch-oven
dinner. I even have a third degree burn on my finger to prove it. And
if you knew me, you’d know I don’t cook (because I tend to injure
myself or others in the process.) And yet, my need to procrastinate
supersedes self-preservation. I totally need an intervention before I
procrastinate again. Or worse. Like burn the whole house down. And
trust me, that’s a real possibility. I once flooded my stove. With
water. Yes, the stove. It’s a long story. But I digress…
Blog
post. Right. Here goes. Step one in beating the procrastination
demon…
My
new book is chocked full of suspense, romance, and time travel. Check
out Splintered Souls.
I
have eleven brand new stinking cute piglets down on the farm, and if
it wasn’t a life-threatening undertaking to snatch one from its
mother, I would totally have done it by now.
The
original Halloween with a whole bag of candy corn.
And
drop the mic. Blog post complete!
A
great big thank you to Big Al for inviting me to hang out and talk
nonsense for a little while. Let’s do it again, soon. :)
Pick up your copy of Erica's latest book, Splintered Souls, from Amazon US, Amazon UK, or Barnes & Noble. Amazon also has piglets you can order. That's why it is called The Everything Store.
Thanks to Erica for the piglet pictures as proof.(All porcine pictures (c) 2015 Erica Lucke Dean for you picture rustlers.)