Nothing new...nothing bad...nothing amazing...just right.

So...summer vacay is here. *cue the confetti*  Wait. No confetti. *Cue the need to eradicate sleep so I can stay up all night and work instead?* Yeah, that sounds about right. Too bad it'll never happen.

My kids are home EVERY day ALL day now, therefore my writing has taken a backseat to softball practices, trips to the park, sleepovers that never end, and swimming. Don't get me wrong, I still work my booty off every single time I sit down at my computer, but when the little girl fists start flying, and the "I'm bored's" have kicked in, then that typically means the 2,000 words I just wrote, winds up being crap. 

But alas, it's okay. I'm surviving, regardless of the fact that I may or may not need some sanity meds by the time the clock ticks bedtime every day. But hey, being a mother is the most rewarding job on the planet, so of course I wouldn't change it for the world. What I might do though, is demand a raise in Starbucks rewards from my hubby.

I've got a sequel for my Swoon Romance bookie, Finding Her Way Back, that needs finishing by the end of July. Yikes. Six weeks away is not that long. (note to self: deadlines suck) I'm doing fairly well with that one. It's my main character's sister's story. She's straight up mean and wicked, but she has her reasons.  Trucking along at 40,000 words and counting, with an 80,000 word goal, I have to remind myself that I'm in control here. I can do this. Hell, I once wrote a 30,000 word novella in two weeks. So, I've totally got this. I think...  
Now for some downer news. I'm almost to the point where I have to shelve my Romeo and Juliet retelling, His Game, Her Rules. *cringes* I've queried the agents. I've had six full requests. And almost all have passed. Except for one. One in which I'd literally fall off the earth for if she ever said "Yes, this book is astonishing and I wanna rep it now!" (hahahah... Sigh... A girl can dream, right?) 

The rejections have gotten soooo much easier, though. I will say that one! I don't curl up in a ball and cry for a few hours anymore. Nor do I stuff my face with ice cream and Oreos either. *um, yeah, I totally did those things the first time. Husband asked if I was gonna make it. My 3 girls cuddled with me on the couch and we sang along with Frozen until I didn't feel like my life had been sucked away to the pits of literary hell.* Now, instead, I shrug them off, and say, "there's always tomorrow, right?"  

   



So with that being said, I'm excited to say I've already started to send out a hand full of queries for my New Adult book (the one with the sexy rugby playing daddy, and the curvy half-Filipina girl who...well, I can't tell you more than that.) I will say that i'ts a book that took me over a year to write, mainly because I had so many other things to work on. It's also the dirtiest book I've ever written to date. the plethora of names for the man's private parts is the clue for that. THE IMPERFECT TRY has been through the betas and CP's all that jazzy goodness. I've received nothing but positive reactions for it too.  Yet still, those ugly little nasty doubt worms have crept into my brain, and therefore I have to wonder, is it good enough? Of course, like all authors, my doubts are never ending. I'm always second guessing myself. Yet this time, when a piece get's broken from my sort of carefully guarded heart, I'm sure as hell going to strap on my girly balls and hold myself together because I. Am. A. Force. 

Okay...maybe not AWESOME. But just me. A girl who has been through the ringer to get where I'm at now. (Long story meant for another post, trust me, you don't wanna hear about my journey.)

Life's busy, and I'm trucking on. Reading more, reviewing more too. (WA-HOOOO!) In fact, I think I've read more books these last two weeks than I've read the last three months. It's exactly what I've needed. Because the bottom line is, books are my escape, whether I'm  writing them, or reading them, doesn't matter. What matters the most, is that I love doing those two things. And I always will.  If my girls make it impossible, or a slew of bad rejections come it too. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon!

 
And here's an adorable little bear because... well, just because.