Kerry Freeman

Sexy Southern Romance

Kerry Freeman writes about sexy Southern men falling in love. She is published by Dreamspinner and Loose Id, and her books can be found at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other retailers.

Available NOW:
One Last Road Trip, part of the Playing Ball anthology
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What We Deserve  is now in paperback!
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Ten Things I Learned During NaNoWriMo

Ah, it's December, and I have survived NaNoWriMo.  I didn't make 50K, but I did almost finish the first draft of my book ... and I learned a few things along the way.

1. I am not a fast drafter.

Yep, I'm pretty much the tortoise.

I think an inordinate amount of time before I write something. Would Sean really say that? How would Jamie hold his glass? When Tyler isn't being a smartass, how does his expression change? I can't write with abandon.

2. I am incapable of not self-editing.

You'd think with all the pre-thinking, I'd be able to lay off the editing until I finish the first draft. Nope, not me. I usually reread the previous chapter before I start the next one, and I edit just a little. I'm hopeless.

3. I now know why authors drink.



It's the voices. The voices never stop. It could be worse. I could have Edgar Allen Poe's voices inside my head. At least mine like to put on live porn shows for me.

4. A thousand words a day is probably my limit.

I have a day job, so my writing time is limited. If I write a thousand words, I feel pretty productive, and I still have enough time left to sleep and talk to my husband ... but maybe not in that order.

5. But If I'm pushed, I can write 4K.

I attended a great all-evening write-in in Nashville one Sunday, and I managed to write 3800+ words. There were lots of opportunities to get distracted, and I took every one. One less run for Oreoes, and I would have made 4K.

6. A writer sometimes needs to be with other writers.


We weren't exactly the Algonquin Round Table, but we got by.

There's nothing like sitting across a table from a real, live human and being able to ask her if this name makes my ex-Army combat medic sound too prissy. (BTW, the answer was no.) Someone who can talk you off the ledge with an orange scone when your story takes a left turn and you take a right. When you're stuck on your story, you can help her research the Scottish education system during the early 1800s. And the Alabama Elsewhere ML and his girlfriend were awesome cheerleaders as well.

7. Writing a three-person sex scene is really hard (no pun intended).



Okay, let's put tab A in slot B1, and tab C in slot B2. Now, tab B in slot A2, and tab C in slot C1. Oh, wait, I have C fellating himself. I don't know how Sloan Parker keeps up with her guys so well. Mine are often looking at me and wondering when I'm going to write the next damn action already.

8. I am married to Sheldon Cooper.



*tap* *tap* "Kerry."
*tap* *tap* "Kerry."
*tap* *tap* "Kerry."

For God's sake, what?!

"That commercial you like is on."

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

9. On the other hand, my husband can be very helpful, too.

My husband and I have been together almost 10 years, and he's pretty useful when it comes to killing bugs and spiders *shiver*, reaching crap on the top shelf, and grilling a mean steak. But whoda thunk he would be good at talking me though a three-book ménage story arc. Over dinner. In a restaurant. In Alabama. Yeah, me neither.

10. Sometimes the story you start with is not the story you end up with.


Oh, THAT'S where I'm supposed to go!

My story changed from a m/m romance with a love triangle to a ménage. A friend's elves turned into aliens. Another friend's drunken elf came out of the closet. The biggest lesson I learned was to go where the story takes me. So I have a ménage romance with a new working title? Apparently, that's what I needed. And, truth be told, I like this story much better.

Okay, okay, one last thing: here's the commercial my husband was talking about...and it is my favorite :)

Come on, how can you resist hip-hop hamsters?