Simply Cheris. . .

So, I'm taking a sort of social media break to work on my two WIPs. Last night, I wrote 2,000 words on Alicia's story. And Thursday was going to be Dana's day. Day light came, I woke up at six-thirty ready to write. Sat down with my wireless keyboard and nothing. Not a word. So, I said: "I'm going to do some yoga. Get the blood flowing." I did yoga, aerobics, some ab work. Came back to the iPad and nothing. Brewed some coffee, cooked an egg with cheese and tomatoes. Ate. Drank. Nothing. Watched the Young and The Restless, went to sleep because Victor Newman is starting to bore me. Woke up. Wrote three damned sentences. Cleaned the refrigerator, went to the market, watched Scandal. Did another 10 minutes of yoga and then my lovely Muse decided to show her face. RIGHT when I wanted to go to bed. On the flip side, Alicia's word count: 14.565 Dana and Adrian: 14,402 and counting. My muse started whispering to me again. I'm going to need more coff...

Have you read Recipe For Desire ? Are you wondering what happened in The Square when she and her friends were arrested? Well, check it out: Marie Charles yawned as she read another party invitation. Sure, she'd built her reputation as a party girl and her image had appeared on some flyers -- not always with her permission -- and promoters had paid her to show up at events before, but she was getting bored. Her event planning company had come together with ease because if Marie was in the house, people would surely follow. Yawning, she tossed the invitations aside and kicked her feet, clad in a pair of black and white Christian Louboutin's, up on her brand new desk in the office of M&A Events. She recalled the conversation she and her father, Richard Charles III, had two days ago. "Marie," he'd said. "You need to do something more with your life." She'd sighed and sipped her chi tea. "Daddy," she'd replied. "I am doing so...