We were so close! Back to the Future assured us that 2015 was our year, and Cubs fans held our collective breath as we reached the post season and...were swept by the Mets. Ouch. Wait 'til next year, right?
I have heard of the concept of “fair weather” baseball fans who jump on the bandwagon of a team that’s doing well, but the bandwagon seldom travels past Wrigley Field, so you really have to be born a Cub fan to stay a Cub fan. Few things toughen the spirit quite like it. Every fall we hear the unofficial anthem of “wait ’til next year."
Everyone knows that the Cubs haven’t won a World Series in 100 years, but that doesn’t stop Cub fans from showing up at Wrigley Field. When the Cubs are down you’ll see fans wearing their rally caps, waiting for the team’s luck to change, because real Cubs fans never give up.
Why? Because we love our team. Even when they lose.
This November, there will come a dark moment where you hate everything about your novel. Your word count will be dismal. Your muse has checked out, and you'd much rather be binge watching Jessica Jones on Netflix. You'll think, "This story sucks. I'll try again next year."
Don't give in to that temptation. This is your year!
Cubs fans have a special devotion to our team—the kind of devotion that only a writer can understand. Writers are a peculiar breed. We live to tell the stories of the characters living in our heads. We compose dialogue in the shower, and dream of plot twists and character quirks. When the words flow onto the page it's beautiful, like an out-of-the-park home run! But when you hit a block it's agony, like a series of strikeouts (against the White Sox, boo!). There will be days in November where the blank page and the blinking cursor mock your pain.
Don't give up!
A day without words is discouraging, but it’s not the end of the world, or the end of your novel. Ernie Banks, better known as “Mr. Cub,” was famous for saying, “It's a beautiful day for a ballgame... Let’s play two!” even when it wasn’t a doubleheader. Because he loved baseball, and who wouldn’t want to spend their whole day in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field? We write because we love it, even when we lose.
There will be moments when your novel makes you want to scream, cry, and tear your hair out. But if you give up, you’ll never win the World Series, or NaNoWriMo.
Don’t worry about next year, because next year is here. Now play ball!
About the Author
Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing. Her books have finaled twice in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.
Five supernatural thrillers packed with action and romance, each introducing you to an exciting series. Honorable heroes, strong heroines and relentless suspense combine to bring you five page-turners you won’t soon forget.
Veiled Target—USA TODAY bestselling author Robin Bielman: Tess wants revenge, but thrust into an inconvenient alliance with her sexy enemy, she must trust the shifter she’s supposed to kill or risk losing everything.
Blood, Smoke and Mirrors—Robyn Bachar: Hunted by a powerful evil, exiled witch Cat must entrust her fate to the man who betrayed her. Now Lex faces the fight of his life to keep her safe. If they both survive.
Slayer’s Kiss—Cassi Carver: Fallen angels Gavin and Julian have been sent to protect Kara, but she’s determined to track down a killer, even when she realizes her target may be the creature hunting her.
Soul Bound—Anne Hope: Jace is no longer human. Something dark and powerful has taken root within him. Something that that could destroy the one woman he’d sacrifice everything to protect.
Phoenix Rising—Corrina Lawson: Everyone looks at firestarter Alec Farley as a weapon. Beth is the only one who sees a hero. But proving that could be deadly.
Warning: Contains shifters, vampires, witches, fallen angels, a firestarter and troublemaking faeries. Watch out for gratuitous violence, gripping emotion, unconventional sex, some foul language, and a love triangle that gives new meaning to the term hot-wings.
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“I’ll be here as long as you need me.” Lex looked down at me, seeming sincere, and I shook my head at him.
“Don’t, Lex. You’re only here on orders. You’ll be gone and on to the next as soon as this assignment is over.”
“What if I don’t want that?”
“What if I do? I’m all for the life-saving thing, but I don’t want you in my life again.”
“Are you sure of that?”
Scowling, I took a steadying breath and prepared to launch into an explanation of the myriad reasons why I wasn’t about to go through another round of heartbreak with him, but before I could speak he leaned down and brushed a kiss across my lips.
A warm tingling suffused my body as soon as our lips met, the sort of electric reaction I usually associate with casting magic, but much, much better. He was hesitant at first, probably afraid I’d slap him or zot him with a spell, but when I didn’t object he slowly began to deepen the kiss. My knees went weak as my good sense vanished, and I slipped my arms around him to steady myself. Lex held me close as he continued to kiss me, and I leaned into him. I’d forgotten how well we fit together. He sighed, as though my lips were delicious and he savored them.
“This is a bad idea,” I murmured.
“No, this is a good idea.” Lex nudged me back toward the couch, and I sat down in a less-than-graceful flop. Next he joined me and drew me into his arms.
“Oh yeah? How?” My hormones were obviously happy to see him, but I still had a little bit of brainpower left, enough to be skeptical of the situation.
“Because letting you go was a bad idea. I don’t want to make that mistake again.” His voice was low and strained, and I wished it wasn’t so dark so I could see his expression. I sighed, a mix of old pain and new uncertainty, but he kissed me again and I stopped arguing.
I relaxed into the embrace, returning the kiss passionately. I felt better instantly—safe, warm, desired. Lex stroked my braided hair and let his hand rest at the small of my back. I ran my own hands up and down his back, debating whether or not it would be a good idea to tug his shirt off, but then I felt him unhooking my bra. My pulse jumped, and my magic decided to take that opportunity to wreak havoc on a pair of unsuspecting table lamps. With an electric sizzle followed by two sharp pops the light bulbs flashed and exploded. Startled, we jumped apart, the mood broken. We stared at each other, and I felt a guilty blush heat my face.
“Cat—” he started, and I held a hand up to stop him before he could say anything further.