Well, y'all haven't heard from me in a hot minute, haven't you?
I'm alive. I swear. It was painful at times, and downright hard, but I made it through 2020.
And the first few months of 2022.
We've been through a lot, haven't we?
As you may have guessed it, the past two years were pretty hard for me, and it really manifested itself the most in my writing. And that felt...well, it felt like shit. Because after firing out not one, not two, but THREE books in not even a year and a half, I found myself burnt out by the time I started book 4.
One month turned into three, turned into seven, turned into a year, and then a year and a half...
And this fucking book dragged. It wasn't that I didn't like the story. I did. Or I didn't like the characters. Because I really did. And I knew what I wanted to happen. I knew what was going to happen. But the words just wouldn't come. And that was so discouraging. I felt like a failure.
Luckily, I had amazing people in my life, people that reminded me that I wasn't a failure. I had written three books. I was writing a fourth. I had been through a lot - the entire world had. I would do it.
Well, I guess they were right, because I did.
I finished Book 4 in the Rebel Aces MC series, it's finally up for preorder, and I feel fanfuckingtastic about it.
Granted, I still have a lot of work to do. BETAs are reading it now, then I have edits, and more edits, before it goes to my wonderful editor, and then more edits, proofreading, and edits again before it's ready to go out to you wonderful readers on June 1st.
But the bitch is done, and that, seemingly, was the hard part.
I do feel like the weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but I really need to ride this wave on to my next drafts. I do have a few new things up my sleeve that I will be letting y'all know sooner or later, but for now, you're gonna have to take Rebel Child being almost finished and you're gonna like it.
Tootles for now!