Questions, Answered!

It’s National Author’s Day!

Ellie the Author tagged me in a challenge for this special day and since I’m a better writer than speaker, I thought I’d do a blog post instead of a video, to answer her questions. Here are my answers. Thanks, Ellie, for including me!

How did you get started writing?

Within a period of 10 months, in 2012-2013, I lost 4 people in my life. 4 people who passed away from completely unrelated events, 3 of which were sudden and unexpected.

It shook me, hard.

At the time, I was working a good, solid job managing a medical clinic, but even though I was appreciated and treated well, it was a job that I just sort of fell into through the course of my career in healthcare administration, and I had lost my interest it.

Because of these shocking losses, I began to think about how short life actually is, and how tomorrow is never guaranteed.  We all know this in our logical minds, but sometimes, it takes a horrible loss or life event for it to truly sink in on a deep, cellular level.

I thought about all the things I told myself I’d like to do “someday”.  One of those things was writing a book.  I had recently recaptured my childhood love for reading and was reading a book every few days until there finally came a point where I said to myself, “I want to write a book of my own.”  If I didn’t do it “now” I may never have had the chance.  Because I could be gone tomorrow. 

So, I sat down in front of a blank Word Doc and started typing. I didn’t have a plot outlined.  I didn’t know where the story would go.  I didn’t know anything about the characters yet. All I had was a scene in my mind. 

Six months later, the first draft of The Fine Line was finished. 

Writing this first book was not easy. I am not a prolific writer. It took time, effort, and determination. It was emotionally draining because I felt like I was living through what the characters were experiencing. And if you’ve read it, you know it was a roller coaster of emotion! At the same time, I learned what it means to be truly passionate about something because when I was deep in the writing zone, hours would pass like minutes.

Writing and publishing The Fine Line was intense, scary, and exhilarating. It was one of the most challenging and rewarding experiences of my life!

What got you to where you are at in your career?

I’d love to say I’m happy with where I’m at in my writing career. Hopefully someday, I’ll get there. But the reality is…I’m far from where I’d like to be! 

I made mistakes when I published The Fine Line.  I knew I wanted to self-publish, but I didn’t know how to market effectively. Looking back, I would’ve waited to publish until I had a few books already written because once I hit publish, I became immersed in trying to get this book in front of readers.  I spent so much time and energy on marketing that I no longer had any time or energy for writing.  And because I didn’t have any books to publish in the near future, The Fine Line lost momentum fast, and I became discouraged.  

I didn’t expect the outpouring of love from the readers who did read this book, and at the same time, I didn’t expect the harsh, downright mean, criticism that came with it either. I also didn’t expect the shame or backhanded remarks in my personal life that came my way because of the genre (steamy romance) that I like to read and write.

Unfortunately, my mind fixated on the criticism and judgment more than the love, and I convinced myself that I suck at writing. This made it quite difficult to finish my next book because instead of focusing on the story, I focused on what readers would think of the story and whether or not I was writing a book that would not just be “respectable” but that would also sell, because, at the end of the day, I asked myself how could I possibly justify spending this level of time, money, and energy on something that had no ROI? Full disclosure…self-publishing, done right, has upfront costs, and at this point, almost seven years later, my ROI is still in the negative.

The bottom line is, I’ve been GTS, you guys! Goin’ through shit. For the last several years, to put it as vaguely as possible (because some things need to stay personal)…I’ve been struggling. In a whole slew of ways.

But this damn passion! I LOVE writing! I can’t get the stories in my head out of my mind and I really want to be able to write them! I know there are many supportive readers out there who are patiently waiting for my next book. (Thank you to each and every one of you!) And I know that if I just get over my insecurities…I can have a successful writing career.

I’m currently working on my writing confidence. Here’s to hoping this year’s NaNoWriMo will be the push I need to get back in the game.

Where do you want your career to go?

I’d love to be able to make a living from writing, but at this point, I need to set small goals for myself. Expecting my books to the source of my income gives me a feeling of overwhelm and ultimately paralyzes me. Eventually, I’d like to publish at least 3 books per year, but for now, my expectation has to be one that my mind perceives as attainable.

So, I’m challenging myself, this month, for NaNoWriMo, to write 500 words per day. I’m challenging myself to focus on the story I’m telling, not the opinions of readers (whether they be positive or negative). And, to make it happen, I’m challenging myself to LIMIT MY TIME ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!! Lol. 😉

What now?

I’m going to be working hard to bring a new story to you. In the meantime, I could really use some cheerleaders! If you’re interested, there are so many things you can do! Here are some ideas:

*Subscribe to my newsletter for updates! (You’ll get a sample of The Fine Line when you do!)

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*If you’ve read my books and enjoyed them, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads! Your positive reviews can boost an author’s career!

*Words of wisdom, encouragement, or advice are always appreciated. Please feel free to leave a comment below.

Thank you all for your support while I try to get my sh*t together and get the words written! I love you all!

It’s LIVE!!!

Today is the day! The Fragile Line, Part One is available NOW!  I can’t wait for you to get to know Chloe and Matt…I had so much fun writing them!  Below is a little teaser from Chloe, and keep scrolling down to hear from Matt.  Yep, this book is told from both of their POV’s!  (Then, keep on a-scrollin’ for the giveaway).


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Synopsis

Recommended for ages 18+ due to strong language and sexual content.

Chloe McCarthy thought she had found the perfect guy.  Someone just as detached as she was when it came to love and commitment.  Someone who never pressured her for more than just sex.  But when she gets a little too comfortable with their arrangement, and he rejects her for someone else, it triggers heartbreaking memories that leave her questioning her resolve for a commitment-free life.  In a moment of self-pity, she calls on the one person who she knows will make her smile.

Matt Langston lives a drama-free life, and he wants to keep it that way.  Chloe McCarthy?   All drama.  Which is why he needs to stay away from her.  A mechanic by day and bouncer by night, he tries to focus on work, but the more he tries, the more she creeps into his thoughts and his dreams, until he realizes that he needs to get her out of his system once and for all.

The Fragile Line is a spin-off to The Fine Line, told in an addicting three-part romance novella series, with each part building on the last.  The series may be read alone, however, reading The Fine Line first will provide a further introduction to the characters which may enhance the overall reading experience.

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To celebrate the release, I’m holding a giveaway!  Click on the graphic below to enter to win a $10 Amazon Giftcard!

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Excerpt from Chapter Six:

“Is it everything you hoped it would be?”  Chloe asked, as I took a bite of the most delicious bread I have ever tasted.

This bread was so good that the garlicy, buttery, orgasmic masterpiece of flavor in my mouth forced a long moan out of my throat.  “Oh, yeah.”  I mumbled with the bread still in my cheek.  “This is fucking incredible.”

The dark wooden table of our window booth was dimly lit by an overhanging lamp with a red shade.  For a small restaurant, Ricci’s had an inviting, casual atmosphere complete with old-time Italian music.  At this time of night, there were only a few other diners scattered about.  I would imagine the place would be closing up soon for the evening.

She leaned in and whispered, “What if I told you I know how to make it?”

That caught my attention…enough to stop chewing.  “Don’t tease me, woman.”

She leaned back and huffed in exasperation. “God, why are you so macho?  The name’s Chloe.  CH-L-O-EEE.”

I chuckled.  “If you say so.  I’ve gotta hear this.  How do you know how to make the bread?”

“I dated one of the cooks when I worked here.” She shrugged and took a bite of bread.

Should’ve known that.  But really?  Was that all she was going to give me?  “And…did the recipe just osmose from his brain to yours on a date?”

She gave me the stink eye.  “I told him I’d only go out with him if he gave me the recipe.  So he did.  And we went on a date.  And that was it.”

“Lemme guess.  He wasn’t your type.”

She shook her head.  “I don’t really have a type.  I like variety.”

I nodded with raised brows, keeping my mouth shut about the fact that she just fed into her promiscuous reputation.  Was she doing it on purpose?  Did she actually want people to think she was easy?  She seemed okay tonight.  Why did part of me want to believe her rep was BS?

“What about you?” she asked.  “How come I never see you with any girls?”

“I could ask you the same thing.  Why no steady boyfriend?  You’re sexy as hell.  If you dropped the bitch act, you could easily land some dude if you wanted to.”

There went my word vomit.  So much for keeping my mouth shut.  Luckily, she didn’t seem offended this time.

Instead, she forced out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, just not the one I want.”

I cocked a brow.

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her lemonade.

“Maybe it’s not an act,” she continued.

I nodded in thought.  “Or, maybe it is.  You seem pretty cool now.  Not clingy or—” What’s a nice way to say ‘easy’? “—overly accessible.  It’s a nice change.  You should do it more often.”

Her face scrunched up.  “Maybe I just don’t like you.”

“Or.  Maybe you like me more than you think.”  I winked.

The waiter came with our plates, a Sirloin Marsala for me and a spaghetti with meatballs for her.  After grating Parmesan cheese over her plate, he asked the typical waiter question, “Is there anything else I can get for you two?”

I answered instantly, “More bread.”

The kid, who must’ve been fifteen or sixteen, eyed our full basket of bread, then looked back at me with a quizzical look on his face which kind of pissed me off.  I mean, I would’ve eaten it all up already if he wouldn’t have been so quick with our meals.  And I wanted leftovers.

“Please,” I said calmly.

“O…kay?  I’ll be back with that in a minute.”

Dipshit.

The steak was even better than the bread.  It literally melted in my mouth.  Chloe laughed when I moaned again at the taste, and I smiled, knowing that my mission for the night had just been accomplished.

We savored our meals quietly for a few minutes before she broke the silence, continuing our conversation.  “Maybe I’m not interested in anything serious with anyone.  Maybe taking what I want and being…less than nice…is the best way to make sure they don’t get all googly with me.”

“What the hell does ‘googly’ mean?”

“Come on, you know.”

I shook my head no.

“It’s the lovey-dovey look in someone’s eyes.  Whether it’s a boy or girl, man or woman, we all do it.  It’s the way someone looks at you when they want you to think they’re falling for you.  They look at you with ‘googly-eyes.’”

“Ha!  You seem like an expert.  Maybe your nickname should be ‘heartbreaker.’”

“Yeah, right.  I’ve only gotten that look from one person.  And I’m not the one who did the heart breaking in that situation.”

I nodded in understanding.  It couldn’t have been Logan.  He’s never felt that way about her.  My curiosity piqued.  “First love?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

She continued stuffing spaghetti into her face as if this conversation were over.  I cleared my throat to get her attention.  It worked because she looked up from her plate with a WTF look.  “Go on, Pink, spill it.  You know you want to.”

She laughed again.  Just a small one, but a laugh nonetheless.  It took her another moment before she finally started to talk.