Not Going to Happen

Happy Friday!

With all this social distancing going on, I have to keep reminding myself what day of the week it is. It is Friday. Not Saturday. Friday.

I have gotten some serious writing done on my series (yay, go me!) so that's a good thing. I'm now almost to 95,000 words. I don't think I have the capability to write short stories. I truly don't. 

(Cover Idea)

My mind has been exploding with ideas and things to do and things that need to be done. I'm not a procrastinator, I'm a prioritizer. It's simple for me. If it doesn't pique my interest at the moment, it will not get done. Period.

Like eating. 

Highly overrated. 

Hubster walked in this morning to give me a kiss and I told him to go back to bed. 

I have no plans of being a productive adult today. 

None.

I got up early so I could write more in my book, but then I thought I would make a gift for my mom for mother's day this Sunday. I went to the Design Store, and you know what happened. 

I got sidetracked.

Now, instead of writing, I will be making the *cutest* things on my Cricut. 

Because I want to. And it's raining.

It's like God is saying, 

"Ok, go ahead. Do this instead. You can do your story before the laundry and dishes. It's okay. And dinner? You're going to be fine. That's why I gave you a muffin top."

God is so good, isn't He?

I'll upload the pictures when I get done. 

Until next time...

New Release! Sweet Christian Romance

I know, right?! I was looking at my posts and my last one was June of 2019. Yikes. This is bad for a person who loves to write.

But I think I know what the issue is/was. I needed something specific to write about. See, I'm a list person. I will wander around aimlessly all day if a list isn't involved. Not my favorite thing to do. I am a person of action. I like to be busy. When I have an entire day to myself, it completely throws me off and I must make a list to help me stay on track.

And working full-time doesn't help with the whole blog post thing. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. Very much so. But with this whole COVID-19 thing going around, yeah, you know where I'm going with this because chances are, you're in the same boat.

So I made it a goal to finish editing my latest book. (For the seventh time.) And I did. Because it was on my list. And the next day, one of the items I put on my list was to actually upload it. So I did. Because there's just something super rewarding and fulfilling about crossing items off my list. I know. I'm weird. But hang around, you'll get used to it.

Yesterday, I uploaded my newest Sweet Christian Romance to Amazon, and I literally had to phone a friend because I panicked so bad about pushing publish. Seriously. It was bad. My heart fell to my feet, I forgot how to breathe, and all I wanted to do was find the 'cancel the spur of the moment' button. (Guess what? Amazon doesn't have one of those. Apparently, when you push the button, they think you really mean it. Sheesh. What literalists.)

Today, I got the notification that...ta da!...my book meets all their requirements and it is now live on Amazon.com.

Yay, right? Not if you're panically inclined, like me. But yea. I have a new book online and no one to sell it to. Because I'm weird. And I don't normally tell people I write books. Because then they might read it. And what would happen if they didn't like it? Yes. I would take it personally. Anyway. I told you I was weird. I think I'm a passive/aggressive type of person. One part of me wants to tell everyone, and the other side, the stronger side of me, says, hold up! What the heck are you doing? Don't you dare tell anyone that you write books!

So I'm telling you. My one blog reader. Have I told you how much I appreciate you? Thank you for being there for me. Everyone needs a cheerleader and I'm so glad mine is you. :)

Without further ado, I introduce to you, my newest book-baby:

Little Things

Will You Marry Me?

There were things Kit Page knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. She wasn't anyone special. Just a small town country girl losing herself in the big city was enough for her. No claim to fame or fortune, she loved her job and didn't aspire for more.

But when her handsome boss asks her to marry him to avoid being the sacrificial lamb in his father's latest business scheme, she resists the urge to say yes.

Knowing from past failures that she's not worth loving, she has no desire to be thrown away by the man she's in love with.

Can she resist? 

Will she survive if she doesn't?

Will she be brave enough to let go and let God take care of it all - even if it means a broken heart?

Until next time...

toodles!