Guest Post: An Exercise in Fruition – My Writing Process by Jessica Jefferson

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            Describing my day job can be complex.  If you mixed an industrial engineer with a consultant, threw in some nursing, and then finished it off with a cruise director – it may end up resembling my current position.  Though I wear many hats, my favorite is creating order out of chaos. 

            At work, I do this by creating flow diagrams of what a process looks like currently, and what I hope for it to become.  I create long charts on the wall utilizing a pile of multi-colored Post-Its and a Sharpie.  We often joke that our department shares stock in 3M. 

            However, that little exercise, created to help organize and put to paper what our brains so often hide away, has come in handy since I’ve started writing professionally.  I am currently juggling a series of books based on the romantic escapades of four sisters.

            Sound Austenesque?  It wasn’t intentional (perhaps subliminal?). 

            To make life easier, I began plotting out the books on Post It notes.  It’s very similar to creating an outline, only this lays the plot out horizontally and works to create a way of visually managing the story.  Under each Post-It, I may write other Post-Its with certain lines or story details I wish to include.  At the point each character is introduced, I use a different colored Post-It from the story line including pertinent demographic and appearance information. 

            I’d love to say I could just sit down to a computer and make magic happen on a whim, but unfortunately, I’m not that gifted.  For me, creating a story is based on my ability to string together a series of Post-Its in chronological order with witty banter and dialogue to connect all the scenes.





Ambrosia Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable young lady should be. Haunted by a memory and compelled by her family, she pursues perfection to a fault.

The Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial imposed exile. As the second son, he has led a life filled with frivolity, leisure, and a healthy dose of debauchery. Now his older brother has died, leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.

At the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could provide instant fortune and respectability – he must marry. But there is only one prospect who meets the unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems – the lovely Miss Ambrosia Tisdale. But securing the prudent daughter of a Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this scandal ridden second son of an Earl has bargained for.

With scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him from his goal, will Duncan succeed in compromising Miss Tisdale?




She had stumbled upon the library.  A fire in the hearth threw a faint glow over leather lined volumes that filled floor to ceiling book shelves.   Lavishly upholstered plush arm chairs sat upon Aubusson rugs scattered throughout the room.  A settee was positioned across from a giant stone faced fireplace where a shirtless man sat warming his hands.

Shirtless man?

Ambrosia blinked.

 Certainly, her eyes were playing tricks on her. 

Then the shirtless man turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.  

It wasn’t a hallucination-he was real.   She hadn’t been expecting to find a partially dressed man, and he obviously wasn’t expecting to be found.   It was but a moment before the man’s expression began to soften and a wicked smile slowly crept across his lips. 

 A smile that stole the breath right from out of her. 

 Every gently bred fiber in her body screamed to turn around and run straight out the door.  Hundreds of years of proper English rearing had produced a base instinct to flee when in the presence of an unknown male (especially one with so little clothing).  But then he stood up, cautiously, the way one does as if not to startle a deer.  Standing, he was clad in nothing but buckskin breeches, the dim light from the flames playing over the sculpted muscles and sinew of his shoulders and chest. 

Breeding be damned, her feet simply refused to budge. 



MEDIA KIT Author PhotoJessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it – almost Chicago.  Jessica originally attended college in hopes of achieving an English degree and writing the next great American novel.  Ten years later she was working as a registered nurse and reading historical romance when she decided to give writing another go-round.   

Jessica writes likes she speaks, which has a tendency to be fast paced and humorous.  Jessica is heavily inspired by sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy to transport the reader into a story they miss long after the last page is read.  She invites you to visit her at and read her random romance musings.

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2 thoughts on “Guest Post: An Exercise in Fruition – My Writing Process by Jessica Jefferson”

  1. Enjoyed reading “a day in the life of” and loved the use of post-its. Where would we be without that 3M happy accident? It is said that a R&D person at 3M was trying to develop a ‘super glue’ type substance and came up with the re-stickable stuff on the post-its.

    Looking forward to the rest of your book tours. I love books tied together by a central theme and/or characters.

    kareninnc at gmail dot com

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