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Pushing Through Wilted Courage

It’s been a while since I talked about my self-published novel… I’ll start this by saying that I received (yet another) rejection email from one of the agents I pitched at the conference. Those things are always horribly timed. We’d just settled back home after a 2-day birthday extravaganza. I was curled up with a … Continue reading Pushing Through Wilted Courage

Creepy Thoughts and High Hopes

43. That's how many days ago that I sent out my query letters to the agents I pitched at the conference. 43 days and nooooo response. Numbers in the 40s seem to be an unlucky range for me because that's about how many agents I queried for my first book, not including the 20-30 on … Continue reading Creepy Thoughts and High Hopes

So, I Went to My First Writer’s Conference!

I don't often get to be around other writers and I know my non-writer friends don't really want to talk about character development for 2 hours and segue into werewolves and a teenage love triangle. I don't blame them! I don't really want to talk about their jobs either for that length of time! But … Continue reading So, I Went to My First Writer’s Conference!

Passion Over Fear

I have not interviewed in over 5 years and it is one of the worst things I can think of doing aside from accidentally nip-slipping in public. I do not like selling myself AT ALL and I have absolutely zero desire to sit and try to convince someone that I have a book they want … Continue reading Passion Over Fear

Where The Fig Tree Grows

My grandpa passed away while I was in college. I still vividly remember my dad's shaky voice when he called to tell me, unable to get the sentence out. It's the first time I'd ever heard him cry. I'd just visited my grandpa the week or so before and it was one of, if not … Continue reading Where The Fig Tree Grows

The Art of Saying “NO!”

In honor of transparency, I am sharing with you something that I'm oddly proud of. A criticism of my first novel - which is KIND of like a photo of myself naked hours after giving birth... but less gooey. Before I do this - I want to say a few things.  I never EVER have … Continue reading The Art of Saying “NO!”

Making Footprints

Seven years ago, we were loading our storage unit into a moving truck.  My only worry then was that I was uprooting my life to go live in another state with my boyfriend.  No job, no ring, nothing.  Little did I know that that would all change and my life would become better than I … Continue reading Making Footprints