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Getting in Your Face About the Holidays by Julie

TODAY’S BREW: Breakfast Blend. It’s December!

By Julie

Thanksgiving was great. Busy as hell and totally not busy at the same time. Never made it to the freezing cold parade, which is a big deal here in America’s Hometown, but me and the boys went to the Lego store to celebrate Ben getting an Academic Excellence award and Sam just being awesome. Had gourmet grilled cheese, listened to Christmas songs and were generally goofy together. And having everyone together for Turkey Day was lovely. We truly were all able to forget all of our troubles just be happy together with Gramma and Grandpa. It was fantastic to hang out the entire day at home on Black Friday and even have Tim home until noon. That has NEVER happened. Then the kids and I blew off the rest of the weekend at book stores, toy stores, the park, an awesome off-season drive down to Cape Cod and watching movies. Perfect.


First off, if you’re one of those ball-busting I can’t wait until it’s all over folks, good for you. Don’t ruin it for everyone else. Take a kid’s name off the tree at the mall, buy the kid a coat and a toy and shhhhhhut up. Nobody WANTS to be miserable…. make an effort not to be. This isn’t me being preachy, this is me demanding a good time.

My demands of having a good time get me in trouble. For instance, we are poor. Still buying Christmas presents though. Still adopting a kid or two for charity. Still bring the kids out because it makes them happy. Still got a tutu for Penny Watson’s Holiday Book Bash this weekend in Needham, MA. Because screw it. This was the hardest year of my life, and that’s saying something. I don’t generally say I had a bad DAY even, let alone a bad year, but hay-zoos, I’m not in denial. Regardless, bad circumstances won’t determine my future, and they sure as hell won’t determine my present. I live like I’m on a constant sitcom that may turn into a tragedy at any second. But it’s never dull and I’ve accomplished something by living through it some days. And at the end of that day I still am surrounded by lots of love.

When you’re aggravated about shopping, snow, your bank account and all the things you don’t have, remember the things you do have and the things you could make happen. Remember what Christmas means to YOU. If it means nothing, change it. Make everything mean something. What else are you doing here?

(I don’t mean you, Greg. What are you doing here?)

In the meantime, come drink with Kristen and I and 40 other authors this Saturday if you’re in town.


Hi. My name is Kat, and I’m an #Indie author…

Love this from Kat!!

Kat Daemon

About two years ago I had a talk with a coworker, as my eyes glazed over with tears. I had just gotten a rejection on a full and it crushed me. My coworker’s advice was, “Just self publish. Isn’t it more important that readers have your work, and you continue to write than you spend another two years querying?”

I rolled my eyes. He didn’t get it.

I dismissed his advice, and got back on the horse. I revised my work. I went to workshops. I made connections. I signed with a small press, who eventually led me astray. I self published that book, to “save it”. I flew down to New Orleans and pitched my work to agents and publishers that included the big five— and got full requests!

I was learning. I was motivated. I was hungry for that contract.

But– I wasn’t writing.

When I’m not writing…

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What You Don’t Get To Say

Today’s Brew:  All the coffee

Wednesday’s my day to blog, but I’ll be at work before many of you wake up tomorrow morning, so I’ll posting tonight.

November 26 is a hard day for me.  It’s the third anniversary of my mom’s passing.  I had been her caretaker. She’d had cancer and survived, but she never quite was back to one hundred percent.  But after watching another friend go through almost the exact same thing with losing a parent, I know now without a doubt the cancer treatment was too much for her. It shut her body down. Things were good until one day everything changed.  She spent thirty seven days in medical ICU, and I was there for all of them.  I made decisions I never thought I’d be capable of during that time.

My mom was an English teacher, she loved watching cooking shows even when it was just Julia Child on PBS.  She used to take us to concerts before I could drive, and always opened our home to my friends when they needed a safe place to be.  She liked Will Ferrell movies, politics, and animals.

But I never told her I’d started writing again.  It was too new when she got sick, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.  Once I realized it might be important, it was too late.  But she loved that Julie and I used to sit in the middle of the living room floor, watching Headbangers Ball, passing a notebook back and forth writing the most ridiculous stories.  She supported me when I announced that I was moving to Las Vegas because I had this dream I wanted to write a book about.  It took me eleven years from that moment, but I fucking did it.

The more I wrote, the more I realized it helped me figure things out.  I didn’t have an easy transition into orphanhood, I had to move out of the apartment I shared with my mom because I couldn’t afford it.  I wasn’t able to work for a couple months, and had no paystubs.  I bounced around a bit before I found this apartment, because I wasn’t able to make a decision. I wasn’t ready.  And it didn’t matter what catastrophe I was facing, I just couldn’t do it.

Some of this might sound awfully familiar to you if you’ve just read Silent Night.  Silent Night is my story. Some parts of it are pure fiction, of course. But a lot of it is not.  And I am still waiting for Aidan to show up.  But the feeling completely fucking lost at the holidays, that’s all me. I might be a little quiet on these big days.  A lot of things have got easier, but the days that are all about family are ones that I haven’t figured out how to deal with yet.





Ellie Di Julio Doesn’t Pull Punches

TODAY’S BREW: Nantucket Something or Other Breakfast Blend

By Julie

I’m taking a breather from my war on the acceptance of antiheroines, and letting someone else talk today. It won’t last. Today you get to hear the brutal and distressing honesty of my good friend Ellie Di Julio, author of THE TRANSMIGRATION OF CORA RILEY and it’s spanking new sequel, SWORD OF SOULS.

You’ve said that SWORD OF SOULS has been your hardest novel to write. Tell us a little about what troubled you. *expects you to lie down on leather couch*

Okay, honesty time.

I have never hated a book like I’ve hated this one. It wasn’t just a complicated storyline or an uncooperative muse; it was real existential pain. Between the explosion in my personal life, this being my first true sequel, being away from home for two months, the grand failure of Cora Riley’s launch, and general author-growing pains, I felt like a hack. I nearly quit three times. I cried so much. If it was so hard, maybe I wasn’t cut out to write novels. If it was so hard, maybe there was something wrong with me. I just couldn’t fathom how to continue.

Thank God for Stephen Blackmoore and Karina Cooper, though. I didn’t know either of them before I started writing Sword of Souls, but I stalked them (in a good way) on Twitter long enough that we got to know each other. They talked me down from so many trees, shared my pain, encouraged me, and kicked my ass. Having them to run to when I was in writerly crisis and needed mentorship was/is incredible, and I’m deeply grateful to both of them.


She’s more confident in herself. Where she started as this unsure, distressed girl in Cora Riley, Sword of Souls has her finding her feet, learning what she’s truly capable of, and coming to terms with her powers and their ramifications. She’s always had that tenacity and strength, but only now that she’s out of her small town and able to make real change in the world is it coming to the surface where she can use it.

Sequels are hard, yo. If you could give a word of advice to new authors writing sequels, what would you say?


Uh… I mean…

Make sure you know your story. Like, re-read the previous book(s) to reacquaint yourself. You probably think you’ve got all the details stored up in your memory banks, but you don’t – not like your readers do. As a writer, you’re thinking ahead all the time, not behind. Having a “plot bible” or running organization system for your characters, events, settings, and storylines is invaluable and of prime importance when doing a multi-book series. I sure wish I had one…

I’ll do to you what you did to me. What’s the message in this book? Has it changed since the first FORGOTTEN RELICS novel?

Joke’s on you: I have an answer!

Sword of Souls is all about not letting your past define you. Jack confronts the woman who enchanted and enslaved him as a young man; Cora learns her true heritage, and it’s not awesome; Sofi has to release her best friend’s death. Everyone’s got skeletons in their closet, and if you let them keep their bony fingers around your wrists, you’ll never be able to move forward.

As for how it differs from Cora Riley, I’m not sure it does (or should) by much. That book’s message was essentially “you’re special, you just need to find out how,” but every book in this series has an underlying theme of hope – you can overcome, you will make a difference, you are stronger than you think.

Aw, man, I made myself all mushy. Excuse me, I have something in my eye…


Second chance at life? Check.

a-rare magic powers? Check.

BadUltrass new job? Check.

Saved world from evil goddess? Not so check.

Cora Riley assumed when she joined the FBI’s Supernatural Cases Division that she’d be dismantling Otherworld treachery alongside Jack Alexander, the storied Agent 97 who guided her through the underworld. Instead, she’s filing reports for Sofi Strella, a smart-mouthed agent ten years her junior.

When Jack finally does make contact, it’s not for sidestepper training, a quiet drink, or even an apology; it’s to investigate a magical narcotic that’s boosting supernatural belief to dangerous levels.

The case leads to the realm of Faerie, where Jack encounters an old flame and an even older enemy, both demanding his allegiance. As he battles the entanglements of his past, Cora continues the mission, ultimately facing the eerily-familiar Queen Mab, who wields a legendary blade in the name of Eris, the mad goddess of chaos.

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Julie Screeches For Goddamn Antiheroines

TODAY’S BREW: The Blood of Thine Enemy

By Julie

I ranted the other day about antiheroes and the total lack of love for the antiheroine in literature. Here you go:


The constant issue of creating the “strong” female character is mindblowing. Never do you hear the phrase “strong male character.” Yet we have to get out the goddamn test tubes and mustache potions to make a female character that doesn’t radiate LOSER. Then we’re left with these tough broads that can kick anyone’s ass with their pinky finger, have this poorly placed sarcastic mouth, and have been hurt by some man but still considers themselves “one of the guys.”

I find this fucking tiresome. Women trying too hard not to be girly girls. This is weakness in my eyes. Any character that feels forced into a role is weak. I’d take an actually weak female character any day over this. One of the arguably weakest female characters I’ve ever read, and yet she seemed pretty genuine.

Speaking of genuine, we get to the matter at hand; the antiheroine. A female character that doesn’t have the conventional attitude of a heroine. This is a character that to me, is a product of their experiences and environment, is hardened, has flaws that aren’t “cute,” and isn’t beloved by all.

But she’s realistic. She’s interesting. She’s unique and strong in her own way, and has contradictory weaknesses. She doesn’t seek to impress. She’s not the girl you’d usually root for, but she’s got something that you identify with, that you say, “yeah, that could be me if I went through that, too.” But you don’t love her like you’d love your best friend or sister. She’s not that kind of lady.

The antihero is generally uber cool. Wolverine. Tyler Durden. Batman. Lestat. Snape. They’re off-putting, abrasive at times, cold, full of themselves. And we love them.

Now give those characteristics to a female character, and it’s a lot tougher to think of them. Now think of the antiheroine in a book, and it’s even harder.

This pisses me off. As a woman who loves an antihero far more than a typical hero, I’m also more inclined to love an antiheroine, someone who doesn’t fit into the goody-goody box, a helluva lot more. I want a heroine I maybe don’t entirely trust, but when she’s invested in me she’d give her life for mine. One who has a set of values that she won’t back down from, no matter who sees them as wrong. One who’s been hurt, dove into the metaphorical volcano, and come out on the other side with some scars, internal or not.

This kind of character takes balls to write, and once written is often seen as “unlikeable,” therefore not one likely to grace bookshelves. Because even if your girl has fought the devil himself, the Wang-centric world wants to see her still be understanding, compassionate and vulnerable.

I dare to say this isn’t always the fucking case. I want to see the battle wounds.

It seems as though we’ve also been pigeonholed into this idea that for a woman to be relatable she has to be one or several of these things:

  • Awkward
  • Overweight
  • In love with the wrong guy as a personality trait
  • Not as pretty as her friend/sister/other girl
  • Mousy

Screw that. I’m not saying that I don’t identify with any of these traits, but they’re all flaws that are non-intrusive. Male antiheroes can be as toe-stepping as they want to be. Crass language, outright rude, joyless. If you give any of that to a woman she’s just a bitch. Put a beer in the hand of a snarling character and you get two very different images if you picture a man or a woman.

Fuck that, too.

On the other post I did I searched antihero and antiheroine images. I’ll shorten that here but you gotta see this. This is the first antihero image you get:


Antiheroine? Here you go:

antiheroine 0x50


Oh, wait. NO, I DIDN’T.

What the fuck?? Compare those two images. So, in order for a woman to be a viable antiheroine she has to be duller than hell and not feminine? How about women with some brutality to them and unapologetic sexuality? How about THAT. Like this:


And dare I say THIS:


And a whole lot of this:


WHAT ARE WE AFRAID OF, THAT THESE KINDS OF CHARACTERS AREN’T AS WIDELY SEEN AS THE TYPICAL HEROINE?? Who do we think we’re fooling that readers wouldn’t identify with women that are damaged, unafraid to get dirty, unstable at times, outright cruel at others, but with deep-seeded reasons and rock solid cores that they stick to? Is it easier for the average woman to identify with the romantic heroine whose greatest flaw is that she loves too much? I don’t fucking think so.

This is a call out to every writer out there, no matter what sex you identify with, write a female character that breaks the mold. Make ‘antiheroine’ a word that autocorrect recognizes.

A Little Piece of Silent Night

Today’s Brew:  Too much Diet Coke. My face feels shriveled.

by Kristen

Guys, I’m working on a movie this week. The hours are grueling, it’s in another state, and my alarm is perma-set for 3 AM. I know. Boo hoo. But that’s my excuse for being too exhausted to have thoughts or opinions. Julie was all prolific and I’m trying not to drool. Okay, I do have thoughts and opinions and they’re all I WANT TO GO TO BED.

But next week I have a new book coming out, so that’s pretty cool.  Silent Night is another installment of The Night Songs Collection. It’s my Christmas book that I bill as Pretty Woman meets Dracula at Midnight Mass. It’s a standalone story that shares the vampire mythology and family tree, but if you haven’t read the rest of the series (and if not, why not? I mean, you’re here. You like me. Hopefully. Maybe then I could be working on my own damn movie.) you can pick this one up and not be lost at all.

I’ll tell you more about it next week, when I get to see daylight, but for now, enjoy an excerpt, and if you like what you see…order a copy!

Silent Night Kristen Strassel

Silent Night Kristen Strassel

Aidan had finally settled in a oxblood red recliner. The thing looked ancient, but appropriate for the rest of the room. “Would you like some tea?”

“Sure. You’re into tea, aren’t you?” He’d had it at the diner, too. I didn’t know any men who drank it.

“I am. I like the variety.” He didn’t stay seated for long.

“Don’t you drink coffee?” Somedays, I would probably bleed coffee.

“Too bitter. I like sweet things,” he called from the kitchen. I didn’t feel the need to follow him. I went back to looking at his books. A Christmas Story would be on all night and all day. I knew it by heart anyway, I didn’t really have to pay attention.

For a seemingly manly guy, he had an awful lot of romance books. Interesting. Vampire books, writing manuals, classics, things in French that could have been anything, and more romances.

“Do you want cream and sugar?” Aidan had come in the room with my tea. Again he’d startled me with his silent movement.

“No. I like it bitter.” I set the cup down on the small bit of end table by the couch that didn’t have a book on it. “This is quite an interesting collection.”

He ran his hand through his hair and smiled sheepishly. He was still in his suit, so I felt a little odd wearing his clothes. “Oh yeah. Some of those are for research.”

“For what?” I mean, didn’t most guys just watch porn? Was this guy practicing to be some sort of Renaissance man Cassanova?

“I write.” He looked nervous again. He was probably really sorry he’d saddled himself with me for the night. I promised myself I’d be out as soon as it was light out. We could both put this behind us like it never happened. But that couch was too comfy and those blankets too warm to even think about letting him out of his offer now. He might be weird, but I had even money chances of getting attacked here or out on the street. At least here, I had a slight chance of dying happy. Or even just comfortable.

“What do you write?” My mind flashed to that scene in The Shining, the one when we learn all Jack Nicholson’s character had written was ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy‘ over and over again.

“Romance novels.” He gave me a lopsided smile as he settled back into his chair. He took a sip of his tea before continuing. “Under a nom de plume of course. If word got out a man wrote those books, well, there would be an uprising.”

“Nice. You’re living a double life. Are you going to tell me what name you write as?” He had better, or else I’d spend the rest of the night prying the information out of him. He owed it to me. He‘d already made me cry over my tuna melt.

“Allison Duprois.”

Best selling author Allison Duprois? Holy crap. If this was even true.”No shit. I love those books.”

“You do?” He looked surprised. “I took you as more of a mystery suspsense type of girl.”

“What girl deep down inside doesn’t fall for a good love story?” Allison, or apparently Aidan, wrote about a vampire who’d been searching through the ages for the reincarnation of the wife he left behind when he became immortal. The books were sexy, sweet, and sad, because after a half a dozen or so books he had yet to find her.

Part of me hoped that someday, he would find her, but the rest of me never wanted the story to end.

What I’d Rather Hear Than I’m Beautiful: A Rant by Julie

TODAY’S BREW: Butter Rum and then Pumpkin Spice and then back to Butter Rum

By Julie

I’ve got a bone to pick. There has been a lot of discussion in social media on feminist issues recently, more so than usual I feel, and I think that’s great. THAT’S GREAT. To be clear, either you’re a feminist or you’re not. Either you demand equality or you don’t, male or female. I’m a feminist. I’d like to think you guys are too.

The #YesAllWomen hashtag became a movement that brought to light and proved that every woman you know has endured some kind of inequality, from everyday irritations to tragedies. Every woman. (One I thought was amazing was this one: because I was taught to scream “fire” instead of “rape” because it increases the chances of someone coming to help.

On a more positive note, I’m bursting with joy that Keira Knightly posed topless. (see the article here. WARNING, PEOPLE WITH BREASTS ARE TOPLESS. Keira Knightley Goes Topless For Interview Magazine (NSFW) )  And yes, read the comments. I love the message that just because she’s seen as beautiful doesn’t mean that she doesn’t feel inadequate when it comes to photoshopping. Bodies aren’t to be judged by what the ideal of perfection is, no matter your personal preference, and to me that means men and women alike. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…. I feel judged by women based on my body far more than I do by men, and bodyshaming is an issue we all have a hand in.

But Julie, I thought you were going to confess your unpopular opinion!!

On the other hand, I have to say I got pretty pissed at the appearance of this hashtag, and subsequent overuse of the hashtag the other day: #WhatIdRatherHearThanImBeautiful. Some of them were funny. Hell, most of them were funny. Like”Would you like free donuts with that?” Funny. Some were touching. One woman said a man once told her she was the most resilient person he’d ever met. But in general I was pissed. Here’s why:

A) Just because a woman has a million wonderful attributes, does not mean she can’t be beautiful TOO.

B) I don’t care who you are. You make an effort to be physically attractive by your own standard. If someone tells you that they see it, too, it feels good. Deny it.

C)A person’s physical beauty is only enhanced by their other attributes. See also: every “regular” woman that has ever been fawned over in the company of a “more beautiful” woman.

D) Most of the time if you’re told you’re beautiful it’s because you’re approachable enough to be told so. THIS IS GOOD.

E) Being told you’re beautiful is not on par with receiving 100 catcalls in a 10 hour period.

F) Suggesting that man shouldn’t feel comfortable to tell a woman she’s beautiful takes feminism and twists it into exactly the thing that feminists don’t want: to be viewed as complaining for the sake of complaining and to be seen as a certain type of feminist often referred to as “the ballbuster.”

G) If you mean to tell me you’ve ever been insulted for being told you’re beautiful, I want to hear this story.

H) Yes, you have other qualities. Let one of them be knowing how to take a compliment.

I) A man approaches you say, at a bar. If that man tells you he approached you because he can tell what a caring person you are, HE IS PROABABLY LYING. I get it, you don’t want to be approached just because you’re at a bar. I’m here to say LIGHTEN UP. If you’re not interested, say thank you and smile, and walk away. OR TAKE IT IN STRIDE AND BE UP FRONT WITH HIM NICELY. If there’s more to you than your beauty and that’s the point you’re trying to prove, then show it goddammit.

Or maybe talk to the guy. YEAH, YOU CAN ALSO JUST TALK TO THE GUY. What you look like doesn’t have to be all that he sees.

J) If you have to tell a person what to say and not to say when approaching you or speaking to you in any sort of situation, then maybe you are the one who needs to dig a little deeper. If you’re so sick of being told you’re pretty that you start to wonder if there’s any more to you than that, perhaps it’s not being told so that is your trouble.

K) How many times have you as a woman, started a conversation with something like, “I like your shirt/hair/shoes.” Did the woman say, “THERE’S MORE TO ME THAN MY SHIRT/HAIR/SHOES!” No. Probably not. Same thing.

L) In a relationship of any kind, all a person can say about you is that you’re beautiful? Yeah, that spells trouble in that relationship. But I’m willing to be that if the person didn’t know there was more to you than outer beauty, you would have had the hutzpah to leave the relationship.

M) Feminism has bigger things to deal with. Take a compliment ladies, and show where your real beauty lies.

Here endeth my rant for now. FOR NOW. Feel free to add/yell at me/hate me forever. AND REMEMBER. BEING TOLD YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL IS ROMANTIC. IT IS NOT MEANT TO DIMINISH YOU.

Happy Publishing Anniversary, Kristen!

Today’s brew:  Coffee by the fuckton.

by Kristen

Today is my one year anniversary of being a published author.

I remember lying exactly where I am right now, in the middle of my living room, exactly one year ago (I’m writing this on Tuesday the 4th), and looking back at Julie on the couch in absolute horror when Because the Night went live.  There was no more guessing, hoping, and dreaming. It was real.

She kept telling me to look at the bear in the boat. Somehow, this picture calmed my ass down.


Bear in the boat.

Bear in the boat.

What a year it’s been.

I could have never predicted what could have happened.  It didn’t go smoothly.  The first version of Because the Night was not up to my standard.  I made the best decisions I could at the time, and I learned from them.  Thankfully, I was able to take control of my books back and put them out in a way that I could be proud of.

In June, I separated from my agent and became totally indie.  It was a terrifying decision, but it was what was best for me and my books.  As the captain of the ship, I made all the decisions. Editing, formatting, design, and marketing. I love it.  It’s a full time job, and I work pretty much every day I can from the time I wake up until I can’t see straight anymore. This is a schedule I keep by choice.  Yes, I still do makeup, too. Sometimes I’m so tired I’m actually in pain, but I’m never, ever bored.

Because the Night grew to The Night Songs Collection. On the 18th, book four will be released. (It’s on preorder now!  It’s a standalone…Christmastime story…on sale until Black Friday…you know, if you’re interested in that sort of thing).  I’m about to start book five.  I decided to write contemporary, too, but I kept my musicians for that series. Traditional publishing told me that book wasn’t New Adult, well, about that. Secondhand Heart is doing awesome and the second book in The Spotlight Series (This is BREAKING NEWS, kids!), TOO MANY REASONS, is slated for release February 9, 2015.  And there was this lion named Leo that wouldn’t leave me alone, so I wrote his story, too.  There’s more where that came from.

Next year.  I guess this is the time for New Year’s Resolutions.  Both of my full length series will have at least one new book. I’m looking at conferences and signings.  The scariest part of starting this journey was having no idea where I was going.  Now I have a better idea of what’s going to happen and what to expect. I still dream of a blockbuster, and any book could be it.

The two best compliments anyone can give me:

  1.  Tell me after reading a new book “this is your best yet.”
  2. Read another book!  My heart swells when someone buys Night Moves or We Own the Night, because I know I didn’t talk them into that sale, Callie and Tristan did.


Hopefully, the best is yet to come, and we’ll be celebrating many more anniversaries.

Julesenstein’s Monsters: Breathing Life Back Into My Monstrosities

TODAY’S BREW: All of It.

By Julie

I did a thing I haven’t done in a long, long time. I read a chapter of THE HARPY. Forget what that book was? I nearly did, too. It’s been on submission with publishers through my agent, Eric Ruben, Esq. for a long time. I’m fine with the length of the submission process for a few reasons: I know that the world of traditional publishing is going through a lot of transition and isn’t the most stable we’ve ever seen. I know that Eric is doing as much as he can to get the book into reader hands. And my writing career isn’t stagnant because I continuously write books, all the time, while I wait.

But in my persistence to move forward and my constant reminder to myself that writers write, and to go to work every day like a good writer should, I’ve forgotten how much I loved that book. THE HARPY makes me happy. (If you want to read an excerpt of THE HARPY, you can go HERE ) I even searched #TheHarpy on Twitter to read some of my tweets from writing that book and I was grinning ear to ear.

Related, I’ve been totally overwhelmed with book stuff. RUNNING AWAY was released, a year in the waiting, and I barely stopped to breathe….. or promote it before jumping into writing a new book. I have another book just sitting around, too.

I need to slow down. Shit.

One of the reasons I don’t do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is because I cannot conceive of writing an entire book in one month and making it worth anything or enjoying a second of it. Yet, I’ve kept up a different kind of breakneck pace to try and cover every base possible in the writing world over the short time I’ve been a published author. (This of course doesn’t include working as an editor in the meantime, being a full time mom and trying to hold my head up straight.)

Writing is my job, but it needs to be savored once in a while. I feel disconnected from a couple of my books because I have put too much distance between us. We are estranged. And in effort to not put all my eggs in one basket, I’ve filled about FORTY BILLION BASKETS, and cannot keep up. Constantly writing and not stopping long enough to give justice to the books I have out is giving me a feeling of self-defeat that I just plain should not have.

So what am I doing about it? Scheduling time for promotion of RUNNING AWAY. Revisiting my intentions for THE HARPY and THE ANIMAL. Making sure I didn’t write them off too quickly in my effort to keep moving forward. And writing my new book at a pace that is fair to me.

I work my ass off to make sure every one of my books is something to be proud of. I deserve to see their titles up in lights, to celebrate them and give them their day in the sun. Because as rewarding as it is to finish a novel, it should be more rewarding to see it come to life.

Time to give my Frankenstein’s monsters a little mouth to mouth.

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