Hi blog. Long time, no see.
A lot has happened since the last time I posted. Main thing, a global pandemic. We stayed at home, working and doing school virtually. During this time, we also sold our home, and bought another.

One thing I haven’t done, in the months/years since My Perfect Fix came out is, write another book. Well, I haven’t released another book is more accurate.
After The Fix Series, I switched genres, and wrote a middle grade fantasy book. My youngest was my beta reader. My first draft was done, and I sent it to my agent. Going the traditional publishing route seemed to make more sense versus self-publishing. My agent loved the concept.
He only wanted me to make it longer. Thing is, it was April, 2020. In the U.S., over 50,000 people had died. My main character was contemporary 12 year old girl. I didn’t know how to make my book longer without writing COVID into it. I’m not sure when, if ever, I’ll return to this book.
So, instead of writing, this is when I decided selling our house and buying a new one would be a good idea. Thankfully, it was an awesome idea, and we’re thrilled with our new house. Only, any thoughts of writing (or not writing), took a backseat to prepping, staging, showing, and then selling our old house. Then, finding and buying our new house in a crazy market.
Week after week, we made offers on houses. Offer after offer were rejected. We were so lucky to finally find and get our new house. To sweeten the deal, we would have offered the sellers our first born. Since they knew him (true story), they asked to rent back instead. Our previous house was already sold, so we ended up camping out at Seth’s mom’s house. It was an adjustment, but well worth it to get the new house.
With everything going on, my not writing didn’t seem odd. I kept telling myself once we were settled in the new house I would start my next contemporary romance or women’s fiction book.
Next month, we’ll have been here for a year. We are unpacked and pretty darn settled, and I’m still not writing. I’ve started, and stopped writing two different books. I remember once hearing writing was like a muscle. Since it was like a muscle, regular exercise (writing) was the best way to improve your craft, and avoid writer’s block.
I bought a journal, with daily prompts in March. Since then, I’ve written in it almost daily. I’m exercising my writing muscle. Problem is, these entries are a paragraph or two at most. I’m hoping this blog will be my next step in exercising my writing muscle.