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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I love a book I can’t put down. And this was one of those books. Fast-paced, interesting, and fun to read. It grabbed my attention and held it until the end. Ms. Rouda writes interesting characters and weaves an intricate plot that kept me guessing until the end. I thought I had it all figured out, but oh boy was I wrong.
I highly recommend this book. Excellent read.
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Ah, NaNoWriMo both drives me crazy and excites me at the same time! I love NaNo because it motivates me to write, but I stress because I’m not sure I’ll hit that elusive 50,000 word mark. The struggle is real.
The good news is, I finished the first draft of Run Away Home, book one of my Loves of Lakeside series. It sits at just over 29,000 words, which gives me a lot of room to edit. I’m “shelving” it for now and will begin revisions in December.
I also started book two of my Loves of Lakeside series, an untitled piece that goes deeper into the town and the people who live there. I’m very excited about this series and the possibilities I see in Lakeside.
I hope everyone is doing well and having a safe November!
I’m ready to go. I think. 😂
I’m a Plantser, part plotter, part pantser. I know where I want to get to and I kind of know how I want to get there, now I have to do it. I have notes, I have ideas, I have an endgame. For me, getting there is half the battle.
Book one of Loves of Lakeside is waiting to be written. Twenty-five thousand words is my goal for book one. That’s half of my NaNoWriMo goal. If I can get there, I can start book two of Second Chances in Hollywood.
Good luck to anyone who is participating!
Book one of series number one is WRITTEN and submitted. I do still have editing to go through, but I finished it more than a month early.
No rest for the weary. On to book one of series number two!
No, not Halloween.
National Novel Writing Month is almost here. I am taking part for the 6th year in a row. I’m writing the first book in a new series that will be available from my publisher sometime next spring. If I can knock it out, I might work on the second book, too.
Anyone else participating?
According to some people, I’m old. Far too old to be venturing into any kind of alternative career path, or trying to make a name for myself. I’ve even been told I’m too old to write the things I write. Maybe that discouraged me, put me on a path of self-imposed mediocrity. I bought into the idea that I was too old to do something new.
Fate stepped in and made me choose another path. I was ready to try something new.
Or, like Master Yoda says, “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
So, I decided to “do”. I wrote earlier how I submitted my writing to a publisher. I figured “why not?” The worst they can do is say no. It’s not like I haven’t been through rejection before. Even if nothing comes of it, at least I can say I did it.
I emailed off the first ten-thousand words of one of my finished books, held my breath, and waited.
When the email came back, I stared at it on my phone for a full five minutes before opening it. I couldn’t stand the thought of being rejected, even though I had prepared myself for the rejection. That didn’t mean I wanted to see it, in black and white, staring back at me. No one wants a rejection, even if you know it’s going to happen.
I opened the email.
They didn’t say no. They said yes.
The last month has been a whirlwind. I’m going slightly crazy with all the thoughts in my head, the possibilities, the opportunities. For the first time, people in my world, my “every-day-go-to-work-nine-to-five-act-normal world” know that I’m a writer. Once upon a time, only a few people knew I wrote. Not anyone I worked with. It had taken years to tell my family members I was a writer. There are still a few who don’t know. But all of that is changing. I can finally say it.
I’m a writer.
Sometimes, you just have to do it.
Sometimes, you just have to stifle the fear and do what scares you.
I did that today. I decided to stop sitting on my ass and doing nothing, waiting for it to happen. I took control, said “fuck it”, and did something that scared the crap out of me.
I submitted Private Lives to a publishing company.
Do or die. Good or bad. The worst they can say is no.