Devon James

Ah the eternal struggle of forcing myself to finish the first draft of the book I’m literally within 20k of finishing but have stalled out orrrr…. Opening a new doc for the idea that just gave me goosebumps when a scene played out in my brain on the drive home.

I like danger… and by that I mean opening a bag of chips while my dinner cooks for 45 minutes in the oven.

Am I not tired or did I just drink an iced coffee at 4 in the afternoon?

21k words in this project! The banter is bringing me life!

It’s been a Monday and I’m bribing myself with the thought of unwinding with a book after work. Do I: a. Read This Inevitable Ruin (Matt Dinniman) b. Reread Broken Harbor (Catherine Cowles) c. Reread TKWNKM (Ilona Andrews)

I was going to abandon this project 11k in until I got to the line-“I’ll get a heads up of any are unaccounted for but then they’ll tip off dietary. Hopefully I’ll get enough of a lead to smuggle you out.” He’s a cinnamon roll. It’s a magical zoo. What can I say?

11k words into a new project with lighter vibes as a palate cleanser from the last one. Having. A. Ball.

Every time I consider moving past this one idea, I reread the first (and only) 10k words and squee over the MMC and I find myself hooked again.

It’s Friday night. It’s pouring rain and 45 degrees. Oh no I have a good book and two blankets with me on the couch. What is a girl to do?

Me writing editorial notes to myself about my dark paranormal romance is blue sparkly gel pen is a mood.

Me - I wonder if someone could walk into my house and guess I’m a writer” Also me - has notebooks tucked behind pillows and pens and highlighters on every table.

Working on edits for a paranormal romance and then the perfect first line for a work in progress at least one project away from priority so I had to create the new doc to get it down.

And sometimes on a random Wednesday night, you finish the first draft of your dark paranormal romance.

Googling what the inside of a couch looks like for book reasons. Pantser Devon has stumbled across a fun thread.

The break from drafting continues because I am reading a superrrrrrrr talented agent sib’s book and I am having my heart wrenched out of my chest while simultaneously believing in love and it’s a wild ride. And that’s not even taking into account the magic and creatures.

Can’t believe I finished this rewrite and got to send it to my agent tonight. Now… do I relax or do I pick up my other paranormal romance and see where I left off?

Am I going out this NYE? Yeah. To get my takeout and then it’s me, the couch, and season one of The Hunting Party.

Last twenty pages of this revision and two more chapters to draft. Tomorrow?

Spelled silhouette correctly on my first try. I don’t even care what happens in the rest of the chapter now.

I was wavering on buying a YA series(you should see the state of my book shelves) and then I realized someday my nieces are going to want book recs and I have to be ready.