Hello peeps! Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by to listen to my ramblings. I’ll get right to it so I don’t keep you.
After lots, and lots, and lots, of loving encouragement from some dear friends, fellow writers, readers, and family I have made the huge decision to take the plunge into the mad world of self publishing.
And I do mean MAD. It’s crazy in here!
I was the naive little simpleton who thought all I needed to do was make an account, download a few files, attach an image and VOILA! All done.
Pft! I couldn’t have been more wrong.
My to-do list seems never-ending right now, and the number of times I’ve nearly quit is embarrassing. Just this morning for example. FU WORDPRESS! Excuse my French, but you seriously have no idea…. Regardless, I’m determined not to give up no matter the computer gremlins, websites monsters, or endless days and nights of editing and revising til my eyes cross. Writing saved me when I thought I couldn’t be saved, when I didn’t want to be. I owe it, and myself, too much to quit.
Starting this venture at this time in my life could very well be a mistake. Believe me the doubts have done their best to bury me. There’s not an hour that goes by that I’m not dragging their weight behind me, or trying to shove them off my shoulders. Real life has been right there cheering them on too. Most of you know it has been kicking my family’s butt as of late. For those of you just joining me, you’ll just have to trust me. The last four months have brought more trials than I ever imagined we could survive. The most recent one seemed like the final straw. The camel’s back was definitely broken. My husband’s business went up in flames, literally. Our bread and butter was nothing but burnt toast.
We couldn’t believe it. After all we had been through, were still going through, we now had to deal with this too. To say we felt beaten would be an understatement. But, a few short days later we realized it was really the light at the end of the tunnel, or the new door we’d be fools not to open. Some in our life think we’ve lost our minds for opening it and walking through, but I know in my heart it’s the right thing.
I’m at peace with it and most importantly my husband is. Since that horrible day four months ago he has been struggling non-stop. Nothing in his life has been the same. The things he used to find joy in, the ones he needed to do on a daily basis to provide for his family were replaced with smothering fears. He was trapped and slowly drowning. I felt helpless, still do most days, but, as I’ve watched him these last two weeks his step is lighter, his smile quicker. The old him is coming back and I don’t want him to disappear again.
So while he starts his a new chapter, I’ll be starting my own to help him along. I don’t know that publishing my work will be successful. I have no crazy dreams of becoming the next Stephenie Meyer or EL James by any stretch, but if I can do something I love and in turn help keep the burdens on my hubby lighter, you bet your ass I’m gonna try.
I’d love to have you all along with me for the ride. If you are up for it follow my blog, other social media sites, and don’t forget to sign up for the newsletter so you don’t miss out on my upcoming news. I can’t wait for you to meet Brad and Jenna, and Nik and Ellie too!
Thanks a bunch! I’ll be back soon!