Five-hundred words

Five-hundred words may not seem like a lot. I am not Nora Roberts. At least not yet. But five-hundred words is two pages a day and that, my friends, is two novels in a year.

This is my second book. The first took a year. This one is going smoother, steadier. I have more confidence now. I know I can do it. My critique partners know I can do it. Romance Writer's of America knows I can do it (I have the PRO pin to prove it) and my aunt absolutely loves my first book, Red Moon Rising. And she's older than me, wiser, reads a lot, knows about these things. My mom and grandma, who are also older than me, want to read the book, but I'm afraid it's a little too racy for them. Auntie can handle it, but maybe I should choose a pseudonym before the book sells so I don't have to admit to Mom and Grandma that I wrote about sex and murder and even a slight dalliance with lesbianism. Mom doesn't have the internet, and chances are pretty slim that Grandma will cruise around the web and stumble onto this...

So back to those five-hundred words.