Tuesday, March 27, 2018


It's been so long since I've logged into this here bloggy thing, I sort of forgot how to create a post. Ooops! 
Back when I started this blog in 2008 or 2009 (I don't even remember now), I had no idea what was coming for me. Where the voices in my head would take me. Here I am preparing to visit a teen book club this weekend, where they've all read one of my books. This is a real thing I get to do. 
And as I've struggled with writing (especially since my 3.5yo daughter was born and stole most of my brain), and wondered if this path is really for me, I always seem to get a boost telling me that I want to keep doing these things. Just when I doubt, I'll get invited to a book club, or I'll get a book report on one of my books in the mail, or a fan email begging for a sequel to What You Always Wanted. A little poke, a reminder that things I've created are out there, are finding homes, are nestling in hearts. 
It's so easy to forget, because writing is so lonely. We sit here in our yoga pants in front of a computer screen and surrounded by Cadbury Mini Eggs and it feels like a small miracle when someone reaches out to tell you that your creation has meant something to them. 
That's why I do it, even when rejection after rejection comes. Because there is hope. That I'm meant to share something that means something to someone.  

Do I have anything coming out soon? No. 

Am I still writing? Always.
How are you? I miss you. I miss the glory days of blogging and the tiny little writing community we carved out for ourselves.  
And before I forget! If you're at all interested in hearing me interviewed about my publishing journey, here's a podcast