I’m still feeling the loss of my pup. I tear up all the time. I can still see him sitting his rump on my couch – because he knew his feet weren’t allowed up there and I still find myself bending down to give him a treat or saying, “mommy loves her boys – be good,” as I head off to work. But there is only one boy now.
I knew I needed to lose myself in a new story, but I had to finish His to Own. I wanted the three stories previously published in the Master’s Touch series to be back on the market, before I started writing the fourth. It took a long time to reverse the changes the publisher had made, but I finally uploaded it to Amazon this afternoon. It is probably my favorite of that series so far and I enjoyed going back through it, but there’s nothing like creating a new story.
The characters will share their story in bits and pieces. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and finally understand why this person did this or said that. It’s so cool when all the pieces finally fit together. It can’t fill the void of losing my pup, but it can help me escape for a while.
In the couple of hours I’ve been working on it, I’m at a little over two thousand words. I have a long journey ahead, with twists and turns and I’m sure the characters will throw me a curve of their own before it’s completed, but it feels good to be excited about something.
If you haven’t visited the world of Master’s Touch, you can find it here. The third book, His to Own, should be available shortly.