I'm writing this from the comfort of my very own bed. After years of plugging away at my stories, sitting at a crappy little desktop in the corner of the dining room, Kurt saved the day.
I'm wrapped up in blankets, nestled happily into the microfiber.
I have a box fan running next to me to drown out the sounds of my girls playing with daddy. They make a lot of sounds.
Nobody is interrupting me. Nobody is asking me for something to drink. Nobody wants to play Nick Jr. Games online, right in the middle of my love scene.
Maybe Phineas and Ferb or Blues Clues is playing somewhere, I wouldn't know. I'm tucked up into my own corner of the house with the lights off.
This was the piece I was waiting for. I am ready to put my face to the stone.
I have big ideas boiling over inside of me.
My husband is a beautiful thing.
I love him.
Not just because he bought me a new computer, either.
I put an excerpt of my novel up, today. I've decided that instead of acting like this business is private and lonely... I should send my words and intentions out into the world. I'm looking for the right agent. I'm really looking hard. I'm ready.
Today, my friend said in an email: You are a force to be reckoned with....keep flinging your words out and they will rise.
I thought that sounded about right.
You can read a little piece of my book H E R E.