Yes, a vacation. I left my corporate day-job at the end of March and am working on finding my groove with writing as my sole gig. For the last few years, I’ve been in crazy-woman manic mode, putting out 4-6 novels per year along with short stories and novellas, all while juggling my corporate career and my equally important job as a mom. Something had to give, and that something, unfortunately, was me. All those hobbies and activities that make life fun got put on hold. Friends and family would think I had been kidnapped by aliens if not for the occasional book release posts. I’ve put on an alarming fifty pounds, because sitting at a computer for fourteen hours per day and existing on leftover chicken nuggets and pizza doesn’t make for a healthy body.
It’s been an amazingly productive year for me so far! Nyalla’s short story, Liberation, released in January, followed by Amber’s novella, Cornucopia, and short stories in two anthologies (Once Upon a Kiss and Vampires of the Caribbean). Northern Lights released on the 11th of April, and Gabe is coming your way in Far From Center on April 29th.
Angela is hard at work on the audio for Nothern Lights and I’m crossing my fingers that it will be wrapped up and available mid-May.
I’m heading off for a 3 day weekend writing retreat with fellow author Sarra Cannon (of the Shadow Demons Saga fame). I’ll be working on Unholy Pleasures, which is the next Amber novel, as well as playing around with some short novels that may or may not release later this summer.
If you read the novella (Juneau to Kenai) that came with the Northern Lights pre-orders and want more, those short novels will be about the Northern Wolves, and will carry on with the characters you’ve gotten to know in Northern Lights and Juneau to Kenai.
I know you’ve been missing Sam, but hang tight because Queen of the Damned will release in July. In the six to eight weeks, I’ll be getting the pre-order up for that one.
After a nearly 30 year career in corporate America, I am now a full-time writer. Honestly, I’ve BEEN a full-time writer for four years, but juggling two demanding careers was proving to be impossible and something had to give. Lucky for you all I chose writing! It was tough to leave not only a career that I’d devoted so much of my life to, but the company that I’ve worked at for the last 19 years. It’s scary, but I feel free to really organize my time around producing my books now. And for that- I owe each of you a huge THANK YOU! I’d never be where I am but for my devoted, loyal readers.
And lastly, thank you to everyone who reached out to me with condolences on the loss of my mother last month. She was my biggest fan. I don’t know of anyone else who dragged paperback copies of my books to her Scrabble groups and craft clubs, and tried to interest the elderly ladies at church in my Imp Series. If you all knew my family, and especially my mom, you wouldn’t need to wonder where I get my whacked-out sense of humor. I’ll miss her terribly, and regret that I hadn’t been able to publish those cozy mysteries about the widow skip-tracer who starts seeing ghosts as a result of her cataract surgery. I’m sure they would have gone over better with the church and Scrabble crowd than my beloved foul-mouthed imp.
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I’m going to get all woo-woo for the new year, so here goes:
Being good at something does not obligate you to do it.
I worked full time while going to college at a computer store. This was back in the 80’s and you couldn’t one-click a MacBook on Amazon or stroll into Best Buy and come out with an HP laptop. Back then computers were sold in pieces that didn’t always play well with each other. “Portables” weighed over twenty pounds and didn’t run on batteries. You even had to buy the damned keyboard and operating system separately. People went to stores, sat down with a sales person to discuss their business needs and budget, plonked down 10k for a system with a text-only monitor and a 10mb hard drive. Then they waited two weeks for all the parts to come in and the tech dudes in the back room to assemble and install everything. It was fun selling computers. I liked meeting interesting people, helping them solve their problems, and making some money doing so. There was no hard close because people were there to buy, I was just telling them which pieces to choose. Continue reading
I’m in first grade, and there’s a boy who follows me around, tries to sit next to me at reading time, tries to hold my hand. I ignore him. I scoot away and turn my back on him to talk to my friends. I hurry to the bus to get away from him. I tell my mother of my frustration, and she thinks it’s cute that this boy has such a crush on me. She tells me to be kind and not hurt his feelings.
My mother who is smart, confident, capable, who wanted to go to college but couldn’t because her parents had limited funds and it was more important to send the two boys to college since they’d need to support families. College for women was an unnecessary extravagance. They’d never use that degree. They’d get married and be homemakers and stay-at-home-mothers. It was a waste of money for all but the wealthy. My mother who felt strongly about equal rights for women had inadvertently told me that this boy’s feelings were more important than mine – that I shouldn’t hurt his feelings, even if that meant I needed to suck it up and put up with his very unwanted attentions. Continue reading