Camp Nanowrimo: Day 10

“Right. I’m so envious of Kat right now,” Rhea griped, laying her head down against the counter, fighting off the last dregs of sleep.

“It’s the pregnancy. It drains you of energy,” Zola informed her, taking a spatula and stacking the finished pastries on a plate.  “And calcium. Make sure you’re taking your vitamins every day now.”

Rhea narrowed her eyes on the dark skinned beauty she considered her best friend, huffing a sigh in defeat, “Please tell me you didn’t buy a pregnancy book?”

She hesitated for a moment, before responding with, “…I only borrowed it from the library.”

“Zola!”

“What?” She feigned innocence, taking a seat across from Rhea, settling the stack of pastries in between them. “I’m going through this too, you know. I’d like to know of all the symptoms and how our little nugget is growing in there.”

And so it begins…

As of this afternoon, I am an officially published author. Currently, I’m not entirely sure how to feel about this new development. I mean, I’m happy because I’ve wanted to write and get published since I was a child but I’m also terrified at the same time.

I had been pushing off the release date for a while now because the thought of finishing my book caused me anxiety. Butterflies had been (and they’re still at it as I write this post) assaulting my innards for the last several hours but I knew I had to do it. So, I ripped off the band aid and submitted the book. It is now available on Amazon in eBook format and paperback (feel free to head over and purchase a copy of my book if you’re interested).

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A Journey (Still in Progress) is a poetry book that details my experiences of surviving life with severe depression that had-until recently-been completely untreated (and it was—and is a very bad idea to let it go as far as I had). I didn’t write for over two years when it’s something that I love and feel passion for.

I’m going to just take a quick moment to say that if you are dealing with a mental illness, please keep it in check. It doesn’t make you crazy just because you can’t feel happy all of the time or because your brain doesn’t produce chemicals you need. It had affected every single aspect of my life and I almost lost that uphill battle. Please take care of yourselves because you do matter. I just wanted to mention that in the event that anyone needed to be reminded.

Just a little thank you

I’ve been getting a lot of writing done in part to my amazing friend, Tes. I sincerely doubt I’d have gotten back into the swing of things without her. We did a couple of timed writing sessions at her house today and it went pretty well for the both of us. Most of what I had written was dialogue but it’s better than nothing, right?

Just a little snippet of what I was working on today.

“I’m so stupid,” she griped mournfully into the pillow.

“Zo, you’re not stupid. He’s just a douche who doesn’t know a quality woman when he sees one.”

Tes and I are working on a series of short stories about fake relationships that turn into something more.