I love writing. I hate writing. I love it. I hate
it. Love. Hate.
These aren’t the
feelings I’ve experienced in
my lifetime. They’rewhat I’ve felt in the last fifteen
minutes.
Writing, the act
of creation, is a blast, a high, a shot of
adrenaline.
It’s also hard; really, really
hard.
There are times when I think it’s
the most wonderful thing in the world.
And there are times when I swear I’m
never, ever going to do it again.
But of course I go back to it. It’s
my addiction, or perhaps some sort of congenital defect. Something in my genes
makes me have to do it. I’ve been afflicted since I was a little
kid.
I think nothing of turning down an
invitation to a party if it means I can curl up with my spiral notebook and
purple pen.
And yet I’m a master procrastinator.
I’ll gladly scrub the bathroom to avoid sitting down to write.
Love.
Hate.
There have been times when I’ve
enjoyed the magic of my compositions, but most of the time I think I’m a hack. I
believe that each success is a fluke and that it will never happen
again.
I look back on things I’ve written
and am proud of what I’ve accomplished.
I read old works and cringe that the
dreck made it out into the world for public consumption.
Writing has lifted me to my highest highs and
has stomped me down to
the lowest of lows.
I vow to never do it
again; but within a short
period of time, I get an idea that won’t leave me
alone until I’ve written it down, explored it, fleshed it out until it becomes
as real to me as the world around me.
I love writing. I hate writing. I am
a writer.
Now you tell me: What do you both
love and hate?
Please be sure to answer
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second Confessions of a
Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman book (winner’s
choice).
Take three wacky aunts,
two talking animals,
one nervous bride,
and an upcoming hit,
and you've got the follow-up
to JB Lynn's wickedly funny
Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman
Knocking
off a drug kingpin was the last thing on Maggie Lee's to-do list, but
when a tragic accident leaves her beloved niece orphaned and in the
hospital, Maggie will go to desperate lengths to land the money needed
for her care.
But the drug kingpin is the least
of her worries. Maggie's aunts are driving her crazy, her best friend's
turned into a bridezilla…and a knock on the head has given Maggie Dr.
Dolittle abilities—she can talk to animals. Unfortunately, they talk
back.
It's just another day in the life of this neurotic hitwoman
********* EXCERPT *********
“I see a disco ball in your future.” Armani Vasquez, the
closest thing I had to a friend at Insuring the Future, delivered this
pronouncement right after she sprinkled a handful of candy corn into her Caesar
salad.
Disgusted by her food combination, I pushed my own peanut
butter and jelly sandwich away. “Really? A disco ball?”
If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be leaning over a table
in the lunchroom, paying close attention to the bizarre premonitions of my
half-crippled, wannabe-psychic coworker, I would have said you were
crazy.
But I’d had one hell of a month.
First there had been the car accident. My sister Theresa and
her husband, Dirk, were killed; my three-year-old niece, Katie, wound up in a
coma; and I ended up with the ability to talk to animals. Trust me, I know
exactly how crazy that sounds, but it’s true … I think.
On top of everything else, I inadvertently found myself
hurtling down a career path I never could have imagined.
I’m now a hitwoman for hire. Yes, I kill people for money …
but just so you know, I don’t go around killing just anyone. I’ve got standards.
The two men I killed were bad men, very bad men.
To learn more about JB Lynn and her
books, please visit:www.jblynn.com
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