Book Update

A writer's friend: compression gloves. 
I own several pairs. 

Other than playing with plants--I do that a lot--I've spent quite a bit of time writing staring at my computer screen. Not fair. About two chapters a week flow out of my fingers when my hand isn't too swollen. 

After careful discernment, I've opted to go a different direction with the editor I originally hired. My gut screamed she wasn't the right fit for this story. Two weeks ago, I wrote her asking if she'd be willing to take on a different role in this project. I outlined exactly what I'd like. Incidentally, it would have been less work and the same money. However, I haven't heard back. That alone tells me I made the right choice.

It's really too bad, because I think she was the right fit for my young adult novel (already completed) and another story I'm working on that is more secular. When I met with her earlier this month, I suspected the idea of my main character offended her. He's a priest. That's his value system (just like if my main character were a vampire, he'd do vampiry things based on his value system). This book won't have the same religious undertones as the last one, but my main character is still a priest. 

By the way, I recently discovered Tylenol Arthritis. Pop two of those bad boys, rub CBD ointment all over my hands and I'm good to go for about 2,000 words. I'm got about six chapters left to write before I need to start figuring out the editing process. So, here's hoping a solution falls in my lap.