Welcome to My World!

I’m opening my door so you can come in and join me in my romance-writing world.  First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Jerusha Bolton, but I’ve had two books published under the name Jeanell Bolton. Maybe you’ve read them–What the Heart Wants and Where the Heart Leads.

Both books were set in small-town central Texas, where I grew up, but my current work-in-progress is set in Austin, where I now live. I also have a couple of completed romances set in places like Minnesota and Pennsylvania, and you’ll eventually hear about them too.

Now, you’re probably wondering what the photo of Las Vegas has to do with any of those states. It’s on the page because sometimes my girls leave their bases for things like–well–getting married,  which Lolly, my current heroine did. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to rescuing her from whatever mess she’s gotten herself into now.  (emoji heart)

Working, Working, Working

At the half-way through WHERE THE HEART LEADS.  It’s the end of October, and Moira has started rehearsals for Bosque Bend’s Christmas play.  Meanwhile her relationship with rancher Rafe is heating to a boiling point.  Let’s see what happens after Halloween.

Enforced Time Off

I had a lot of house stuff to catch up on when I got home from the national RWA conference, which meant I got behind on my writing schedule. So what was there to do but to write all Sunday afternoon?

But when I opened my documents file to my current masterpiece, the boldface, which I use to call my attention to what I need to look at again, seemed much too dark, and the documents pages seemed much too bright. In fact, the whole room seemed too bright. And every sound was an assault on my ears. And the air was suffocatingly warm. And I couldn’t think. And I didn’t want to move. Yes, I had a migraine. I doesn’t get them very often and they’re not as bad as some people’s, but they are debilitating.

Oh well, today’s another day.

Life is Short

Listen up, Hollywood. Now that Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, and Patrick Swayze have tapped on heaven’s door, Hollywood needs another great hoofer. How about that confrontational Russian guy on Dancing with the Stars? The one that sorta looks like Howard Keel in his Taming of the Shrew movie.

Speaking of Howard Keel, we need more musicals too, lightweight ones that have you humming all the way home–“Singin’ in the Rain,” not “I Dreamed a Dream.”

What I am saying is life is too short to wallow in its shortcomings. I may write dark, but I want my own entertainment to be feather light.