Monday, October 31, 2011


Lately I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself with the whole book thing. As a self published author, I have no deadlines, or time limits. I can write what I want when I want. And while I fully recognize that, I'm still feeling the pressure.

I'm so anxious about promoting my book. I'll be the first to admit that I'm pretty clueless about marketing anything. I want people to give Unbound a chance because I really think they will like it. Of course I will say this since I wrote it, but it has interesting characters, a non predicable plot, a strong female lead who isn't a whiny baby and can kick ass and take care of herself while still being a flawed human being and wants to feel accepted and loved. I wanted to create a main character who is relate-able. And I think Anora is just that (expect for the magic of course...for most of us at least).

And I've been feeling pressure to write more books. I have one done and in the 'editing' stage. I'm very excited about this one too. (It's very different, pulling heavily from mythology about dark water creatures mixed with modern day romance full of plot twists.) I'm not sure where this pressure is coming from. I just want to write all.the.time.

I enjoy writing so that is part of it. I wish I didn't have to work a regular job and could write all day. After working eight hours, coming home, taking the dog for a walk, making dinner, cleaning up after dinner (maybe) spending some time with the husband, and promoting Unbound, there isn't much time left for writing. I cannot wait for the weekend because that means two days off which, to me, means two days of doing nothing but writing! Still, on the weekends I like to ride my horse and have to clean the ferret cage. Oh, and sometimes be social :)

So...I feel better after my little rant. Now back to writing.

Sunday, October 23, 2011


So, my first book is for sale on NOOK. I'm nervous. I know I'll get negative reviews. I know not everyone will like it. I know. Still, I'm nervous. I hope people will hear about it and give it a chance. I'm worried no one will know about it. I'm no market-er.  Of course I like it, but I really do think it's a good story with good characters. It had been nestled safely on my computer for two years. Now it's out there. And...I really don't know what else to say other than I'm nervous!

Here is the link:

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Why I write

I can easily spend a full day writing...and enjoy every minute of it. Time has no meaning when I'm creating a fictional world, making my characters fall in love, or :( killing them off. My husband, though very supportive of my writing, just doesn't seem to get how I can get pleasure out of staring in front of my computer screen all day. He often reminds me of how horrible it was when he had to write long papers for grad school and how much he dreaded it. He just doesn't quite get the concept of writing for fun.

When I was little, I wanted to be a vet. I wanted to save animals and make a difference in the world. Being a professional writer never crossed my mind. I loved imagining myself as a vet, owning my own practice and running a horse rescue on the side ('cuz that's so easy...). I would spend hours drawing up blue prints of my future barn, creating fiction horses to doodle inside my poorly drawn stalls.

I focused so much on my dream world I lost touch with reality. Not in an 'I went crazy' sort of way, but in a 'I didn't concentrate in school' sort of way. I got bad grades on tests, forgot to do homework and daydreamed my time away in class. I wasn't trying to be defiant. I didn't want to be a bad kid. I just couldn't help it. I had all these ideas and thoughts and plans and stories in my head. They were consuming, they were fun, and they offered relief from my angst filled childhood.
It wasn't until I was in middle school I realized I could write these domineering thoughts on paper. It was such an empowering feeling to see my ideas take shape. I could create anything I wanted and I loved it. I kept my 'stories' private, afraid that -gasp!- someone might read it and not like it. Nevertheless, it offered me an escape.

I love to read for the same reasons I love to write: the possibilities are endless. You never know what could happen and really, anything could. I like to write because I like to daydream, to always wonder 'what if...' I love creating character that I (pathetically, maybe) get attached to. I like shocking twists and surprising ending. I like to keep people guessing.

So, really, I think it's simple. I write because I love to.