I can't believe it has been almost 2 years since I self published my first book - Sacred. I never set out to write a book - much less a series - but tell that to the voices in my head.
Getting that bound proof in the mail with my name on the cover was one if the proudest moments in my life.
Fast forward 12 months...
My son was born almost exactly a year later. He became my universe. Needless to say my beginning draft for book 2 began collecting dust. Then just 3 weeks after my son was born, my mom was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. I lost her just 4 months later.
By the beginning of 2013 I was going through a major identity crisis. I was a new mother, a wife, I had been a caregiver for my mother, I was a full time employee...but who was I?
It wasn't until I dusted my laptop off and began writing again that I rediscovered myself. Writing was therapy, a healthy escape from reality, and besides my characters voices rambling in my head - my sanity.
I published my 2nd book - Sacrifice - in June, and book three is coming along nicely. I even have a children's book in the works, along with notes for an entirely new series.
Writing has made me a better mother, wife, friend and employee. It has made me a better me.
And this is just the beginning...