Hey it’s me. The other Jude. You remember, the founder of Two Judes Publishing. The one that has Jude E. McNamara looking over her shoulder shouting “Its time to write.”

When we last spoke I was planning to participate in the National Novel Writing Month contest and was deliberating on the question of whether I was a “Panster” or “Plotter” at heart (see my last post). Anyway, I jumped into those cool waters, joining the nation of writers at nanowrimo.org. Happily I can say yet again that I was a winner. But more importantly, the question of “is she is or is she ain’t a Panster” was finally settled.

While I did my best to plot out an outline for my soon to be fourth novel, my efforts to abide by my pre-determined outline were once again madly de-railed. You see Jude (aka my alter ego) and her girlfriends Lizzy and Ringer (more about them another time) managed to appear as soon as the blue light on my laptop turned on. They spent many hours watching me from afar, peeking over my shoulder, drinking champagne, popping bubblegum in my ear, patiently waiting for the right moment to attack my keyboard. Shortly after one of my many bathroom breaks they fooled around and got inside my head yet again, taking turns, each one talking faster than the other. Before long,  my handsome, sexy, protagonist was off on a private jet headed south, hooking up with one of his boys in some fancy hotel in Florida. Before I knew it, my guy was throwing back shots, smoking stogies, and rescuing some cute damsel in distress. Twenty thousand words in, I decided to bite the bullet and accept the fact that yes, with the help of my keyboard friends, I—We—are “Pansters” at heart.

It was time to surrender over and admit it. Put this question to bed, once and for all. Jude started yelling that “I better recognize.” Her roadies were giggling over the fact that I was out-numbered and out-gunned. Jude and her sidekicks Lizzy and Ringer might as well have started playing Frank Sinatra’s “I Did It My Way” and get their party started. I checked my playlist just to be sure. Thank God, Frankie wasn’t crooning on my playlist. Not that I have anything against Sinatra. This just wasn’t the story to go all fifty shades on me. Nonetheless, I’ve officially put my big girl panties on and decided it’s going to be their way or the highway and no way am I going anywhere.

If we’re going to be ride or die Panster chicks, then I’m going to at least make sure these gals don’t run off the rails. After all I do have a few tricks of my own in the back pocket.

I can’t wait for them to meet Mickey P, my copy editor. Mickey just finished editing my soon to be released debut novel “Black Sequinned Bows And Champagne Nights.” And boy is it a fun sexy read. Mickey says it on the favorite list. (You can catch the preview trailer here on my fun stuff page). So I guess Jude and her brat pack will be sticking around for a while. Those hot and bothered gals are starting to grow on me.

Until next time, keep me in your thoughts. Jude’s still screaming in the background, WRITE WRITE WRITE!

XOXO

The other Jude

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