S. B. Unger

I have started a fairly good writing routine as the weather is getting much cooler (finally) and at the cost of my allergies. I swear I never had allergies when I was a kid but when I started living on my own it's like they kicked into full gear.

Pumpkin spice lattes, apples, wheat stalks, maple leaves, college football, bonfires, the lower frequency of crickets, and an all around more woodsy feel for me overall.

With the unintentional symbiotical I took over the summer to look for a new full time job and focus on my writing, one would think that I am refreshed and motivated to "get back at it" or "hit the ground running" or even dare I say "relax." None of that happened.

I reveal in Book 2 that there is a lot a green house in near the back of the Mississippi Wolf Pack manor. That is of course inspired by my own dream garden. As I live in a "city town" - my container garden will have to do.

I'm not sure if the second part is true but it is defiantly an end of an era.

There are a million ways that indie authors have set up their ideal routine. And they even are able to follow through everyday. I am not one