I blog about current events, stuff in my life, silly kid stories, serious thoughts & sometimes poems.
Author of Stop Licking That: a humor novel about parenting; & Between Families: a YA contemporary fictional novel about abuse, residential treatment, foster care, shame, sexual abuse, complicated familial love, and identity.
Here's the longer explanation. When I planned the release of this novel for spring, my schedule was set to be light. My plan was to promote this book during the spring and have it ready to rock as a great summer read.
Instead, my pay-the-bills full-time job has had me incredibly busy and I just can't promote this the way I'd like to. So that has meant treating this book as an afterthought and plopping some attention over to it now and again.
That's just not good enough. This book deserves my attention. It doesn't deserve to turn into a rotting fish tank which is sort of what it feels like could happen. See also the actual fish tank in my house which desperately needs a thorough clean.
In the interests of that, I'm going to pull it off the market temporarily until after graduation when I'll be able to devote more focused energies on writing & promoting. So, if you want the Kindle version, you can get it free today or for $2.99 the rest of this week. It'll go back up in summer when I can put it out on all platforms. The price will be higher. I'll send out another update when I'm up and running for summer. I will not pull the paperback. You can still buy that whenever you'd like.
Thanks for reading and understanding. I hope you get a copy while it's around and read and review it! And if you don't have time until summer, I certainly can't judge that! Because I don't either.
And to thank you for reading this far, I'll tell you a funny story.
(Important info for this story: My husband's name is Rob. My dad is gay.)
SO last week I started having an autocorrect affair. It started with texting my mom. I texted her about Ron. Her: Who's Ron? Me: My LOVER!!!! Her: Who's Ron? Me: --... Her: Who's Ron, your dad's boyfriend? Me-OMG THAT"S SO FUNNY because that means my dad has stolen my autocorrect lover!
And then I picture an eye-rolling teenaged, snotty-cuss of a version of myself yelling "Jesus, Dad, I can't even have my own boyfriend!" *stomps down hall and slams door*
I did finally text her back to clarify who Ron is. No more mundane fake-lover that my dad is trying to steal.
Finally, my kids got 2 baby chicks to be kept at my mom's house. Their names? Sparkle & Fartrock. Happy Spring!