Progress Check

We’re heading into the last week of February, so it’s time, at least for me, to look at goals to see where things stand. I’m still surpassing my reading goals, which is nice. And there are new words on pages, which makes me much happier. I’m not sure there will be enough by the end of the month, but it’ll be close, I think. Am I alone in reassessing my goals and progress regularly? When my only ‘job’ was managing my husband’s office and our boys were young, I used to do it weekly and monthly. It helped me kick goal-butt on a pretty regular basis, and I am trying to get back to that. The last few months have thrown me off-track, and I’m not entirely sure why. Weirdly, last year messed with my writing progress more than the year before, probably because we spent two months dealing with my hubs being sick. That is a tad stressful.

I’d like to do another booksigning later this year, assuming the plague hasn’t gotten worse again, so I have my eyes open for opportunities. If you know of any group romance novelist signings coming up in south-central/southeastern Pennsylvania, drop me a note. Probably not as far away as Philly–that would require a train ride lugging booksigning things, and then hauling them from the train station to the venue–but maybe an hour or so around Harrisburg?

Before I get back to the writing, I have a snippet for you from the tiger shifter I’m working on (and determined to finish the first draft this week!).


Boris leaned back in his seat, watching Vivi gesture as she spoke, a piece of a dinner roll in one hand, and a wineglass in the other. She was nervous, and excited.

She was a pretty little mountain lion shifter–and far from his usual type, with her dark hair. When he was younger, his brothers used to tease him about the parade of blondes he brought home regularly, but Vivi was very appealing. He hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation when he sat down at the bar–it had been a long week, and thanks to storms in the south, his trip home had taken an eternity.

He leaned forward in his seat and watched her take a sip of the wine. Mid-swallow, she realized he was watching, and her cheeks flushed. She set the glass down carefully, her tongue swiping quickly at the corner of her mouth.

“Did I smear butter on my face?” She put her roll down, too, and pulled her napkin from her lap.

He caught her wrist before she got to her face. “No butter,” he said softly.

“Oh, then… Oh.” Her eyes darkened, even the gold ring around her pupils.

Boris stroked his thumb across the soft skin of her inner wrist and felt her shiver. “I want to kiss you.”

She swallowed, and the sweet scent of her arousal deepened around them. “I’d hate to miss that,” she said huskily. She leaned nearer.

He released her wrist to catch her chin as he moved close enough to taste her. Desire jolted through him at the light caress of his lips over hers. Soft and warm, her lips tasted of the wine.

He wanted more, but he straightened in his seat. He had time for more–after dinner.

Vivi’s dark lashes slowly lifted, and she took a shaky breath. “Wow,” she whispered.


I do love Boris. I hadn’t intended for him to have a story when I started this series. I had three in mind. Now I have most of five written and a couple more ideas brewing. Hopefully I can share later this year, as long as I keep these goals on track.

So what are your plans this week? Reading? Something fun? I’d love to hear, and would love to know if you’re doing your own goal-checks, too.

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