I hope there's books in Heaven

Today would have been my mother's 48th birthday. It's impossible to believe she's gone. I still have moments when I'll think of something and grab my phone and call her...and then I remember.

She (along with my grandmother) was responsible for my love of reading, and encouraged my imagination and writing. My mother was my #1 fan when my 1st book came out, and I wish she could have had the chance to read my 2nd. 

But I know their hands are guiding mine as I continue to write, and they will always be my biggest fans.

Where has the time gone?

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...