Bad Girl For A Day – Candice Gilmer

Summer Time Writing

by Candice Gilmer

School’s coming, school’s coming, school’s coming!

Yeah. I’m excited. Been waiting for this day since school let out in the spring.

You see, I’m a stay at home mom during the day, and I take care of my kiddos (11 and 5) while my husband works. This way we won’t have to pay for day care, and I can stay home during the day and write my books.

Bawhahaha!

I know, stop laughing.

On paper, it sounds awesome.

In real life–not so much.

You see, I’m working on the last of my new series, Guys and Godmothers. The first book, Under His Nose, came out this month from Samhain.

It’s a very fun series–fairy godmothers taking on men instead of girls. Book one follows fairy godmother Christy as she tries to bring her charge, Roark, together with his best friend from kindergarten, Stephanie.

The second book, Before His Eyes, is slated to come out early next year. And I’m hoping for a mid-year release for book three.

If I can get it done.

This summer, it’s been harder than expected. Of course, on paper, I figured I’d whip right through this book like a hot knife through butter. I mean, I had it pretty much plotted out from the beginning.

Haha… Oh, Real Life, how you torment us writers.

I could blame a lot of it on the kids, the crazy activity schedule, or my postage-stamp sized house, where I’m writing at the kitchen table because there literally is NO OTHER PLACE to write. (I even tried the bathroom once.) And it would sound like good excuses.

But most of it boils down to me finding the self-discipline required to put in my time hitting my word count.

Yeah, it’s harder when I have constant “Mom, can I _______?” bellowing at me. Or the fact that we’re also looking for a new house, and I do have a job, which I get numerous calls about on my cell phone.  (And why is it always when I’m in the middle of writing that all the calls or child bellows start? Or texts. Let’s not forget the texts!)

But it still boils down to me hitting my word count, come hell or damnation. And instead of hitting it, by about 7pm, I wind up throwing in the towel, and going “Shoot, I quit. I’m playing Candy Crush.”

I’m trying to do better. I am. I’d really like to get this book turned in before school starts, so I can work on other projects this fall. Stuff that will require some serious focus to get where it needs to be. And hopefully, with school being in session, I’ll actually have time to focus on that stuff.

This summer, it’s not quite working for me.

I’ll have to remember this for next year–don’t schedule any major projects for the summer months.

 

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Candice Gilmer leads a dangerous double life as a mommy and a writer. In between boo-boo healing and fixing broken toys, she writes stories usually to the tune of children’s television shows.

Growing up in the Midwest, Candice stays close to her family, especially the ones with basements when the tornadoes come around. She also works as a hairdresser, which she’s done for over fifteen years, and brings her laptop to work so she can write between clients.

When she’s not writing, styling hair and taking care of her family, she gets together with her girlfriends for gossip and coffee while her husband hunts ghosts with Wichita Paranormal Research Society.  All in all, she stays very busy, but really, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well, maybe a little less children’s television.

Website: http://candicegilmer.com

Blog: http://candicegilmer.blogspot.com

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Email:   candice.gilmer@gmail.com

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Under His Nose

All it takes is faith, trust, and fairy dust. A swift kick never hurts, either.

Guys and Godmothers, Book 1

Christy is due for retirement from her fairy godmother gig, but she agrees to take one last case. Helping Roark Turner find his perfect girl shouldn’t be much of a challenge—after all, she is a veteran fairy godmother.

What makes this case interesting? She must use as little magic as possible to bring Roark his much-desired Happily Ever After.

Roark’s perfect match is his best friend Stephanie Bowers. It should be simple to bring two people together who have been best friends since kindergarten, and let their free will take its course. It probably would have been, too, if Cupid hadn’t started shooting arrows into Roark, forcing the mortal to fall in love.

Now Christy must use every skill at her command—just not her magic—to thwart Cupid’s meddling and get Roark and Stephanie together without changing their free will or ruining her perfect record. Or she’ll never get her own Happily Ever After.

Product Warnings: Magic, fairy godmothers, a rambunctious god, and two stubborn people who need a kick in the butt to see what’s obviously meant to be.

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