Routine medical procedure last week meant nothing but free writing. As such, my delightful, unruly muses were unleashed to spin and cavort across the sunlit meadows. With their words continuing to tumble into my skull, I’m well on my way to scribbling a full novel.
It’s a steamy coming-of-age tale. A young woman from the mean streets of Seoul’s grittier neighborhoods, sweet June’s been brought to America. At an isolated mansion in the tree-capped hills of northern California, she’s working as a maid. With both dreams and a plan, she soon is drawn into international drug smuggling, all kinds of kinky shenanigans, and—duh, because it’s me—love. So, yes, that’s happening. Weeeee!
Once more, humongous hugs and thanks for the kindness, feedback and support. Also, a special shoutout to those of you taking the time to leave reviews over on Bookapy and scores here on SOL. You are absolute sweethearts, helping other readers find my mad wird-skribblz.
Ivey