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Lessons and Love

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  Hello. So, I did it. I finished my rewrites for my second book. I went from a 48-thousand-word count to a 60-thousand-word count.   What does that mean? Well, it means two things:    my book is now a novel and all that is left is proofreading.  Before I left for my writing conference in Paris, I handed in this very short second book to my editor. I, myself, thought it was too short. Which, honestly, shorter books are fine I just knew it was missing parts and pieces. I was told at my conference that a book under 60k is considered middle school reading. I didn't want that. I am already battling commentary for the ‘Chic Lit’ genre—more so in my head but still… If ‘Chic Lit’ is what I am writing I want to make sure it’s damn good.  My editor was excited for the conference because she felt it would inspire me to write more and it did. The conference did that and so much more. Specifically, it helped me release a certain situation that was hovering over my book series. When that went a

Just Around The Corner

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  Hello, folks! Happy Sunday. Last weekend was the start of Autumn and I hope most of you are feeling fall unlike here. We are reaching 90 today.   There is a running joke in my state though that says, “We will always receive a false fall before the colder weather sticks. Don't get your sweaters out just yet.” So, it’s no surprise that the last weekend of September goes out with a heated bang.  Good riddance. It’s been a scorcher of a summer and just to paint the picture—where I live we don't have central air conditioning in most places. We don't need it, we just have to survive those two months of the devil’s fire.  Don't fret though. I'm sure by December I will be whining about how cold it is. Lol.  I'm also here to tell you I won’t be posting for a while. Don't worry… I’m not sad or upset or trying to hide out. Instead, I have to get focused.  And, stay focused!  My second book is set to be released on December 11th. That means I need to finish all my edi

Ushering In

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                            *image found on the internet* Happy Fall Equinox… Everyone… Wherever you are.  With each season brings new-found change and I for one am happy summer is over. It was a rough one. Emotionally speaking. At the tale end of it though, I received the greatest gift ever— a new set of eyes for my second book. I found my inspiration and it was inside of me the entire time. I just had to travel to Paris to realize this.  Last night when I was relaxing I got to thinking about everything that has transpired over the last few months. Being used for someone else’s gain, having the rug pulled from under me, and facing the truth about how someone I truly cared about felt about me. I'm not angry. I'm just sad and disappointed in them.  But with the changing of the guards comes a new perspective and that is this: I needed to see the truth so I could take the rose-colored glasses off. And just like they served a purpose in my life— that I will forever be grateful for—

I’ll Be Over Here

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  There have been many times in my life when I have resented coming home after being abroad. I'm not happy returning to the States and long to return to some magical places I was just visiting.   However, on my most recent trip, I was ready to leave. I was excited even. Honestly, I was super depressed in Paris. It was very different from the last time I was there. I know the reason why but I also concluded, that Paris isn't the city for me. Don't get me wrong Paris is a lovely place, but I was there for a writer’s conference.  A very intense and week-long therapy session on how to become a better writer. I wasn't prepared to rip myself apart and dig deeper. I came in being the only fiction writer in the group. I was exhausted by the time I came back to my Airbnb. I was mentally zapped and physically drained. It also didn't help feeling like I had to hide myself away once I got back to where I was staying.  The first few nights I was there, I let my guard down and ch

Let It Burn

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  Hello. It’s been a while. I almost walked away, but this blog is part of me and I just can’t hide anymore.  It’s not fair.  It’s not okay that the reason I was forced to walk away was because someone couldn't admit their wrongdoing.  That they chose to make me the villain in their story instead of owning up to the mess they created and their actions behind getting caught.  I went against my better judgment and reached out. I was told I should. But, in all honesty, I am not sure I should have been the one to extend the olive branch.  I was the one used. I was lied to and talked about. I was shit on when all I did was care. I was used for information and used to be someone’s ego boost… and yet here I am wanting no ill-will. Why?  Because that's who I am. I am a decent person.  I have been in Paris for the last week for a writing conference and that in and of itself was an awe-inspiring event. It was also exhausting and emotional.  Yet, because I didn't play victim or run a