The Curse of Expectations
July was a hard month. Almost every day was go-go-go with a beach vacation, visits from friends, the Romance Writers of America conference in NYC and all the shopping and packing required to get ready for all those events. I barely had time to write, but I kept telling myself everything would be okay. Once the noise and action of the trips and laundry and conversations had died down and it was time to settle back into my routine, I found myself crippled with fear. What if I had stepped away from my story too long? What if the words…