Chasing the Dream + An Update on my Progress

What did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? Fireman? Doctor? I, and many others of course, wanted to be the next famous best selling author, which obviously still hasn’t happened yet.

Where are you at in the long and arduous journey of following through with your dreams? For myself, I’m not where I would like to be. It doesn’t help that I tend to have dry spells of not writing anything at all.

So far I’ve published a poetry book, A Journey: Still in Progress, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten at the moment. A Journey is about dealing with depression throughout the various phases of life. It is grouped into three sections: Childhood, Marriage, and Motherhood. You can purchase your copy here.

I’m currently working on a couple of fiction novels. Both have single parents falling in love, one after being widowed while the other had been alone since the pregnancy. The first and lengthiest one at 16k words is Kara, followed by The Sweet Room at just 8.5k words. I hope to have these two and one other, The Christmas Bride published by the end of the year.

WIP Wednesday

“I’m totally going to do some recon for you.”

Gabi knew she was going to regret telling Summer about him. Of course she was. Feeling her heart freeze in her chest, she looked up from the sketch she was working on, her eyes rounded with sheer terror. Gabi set her pencil down deliberately before glancing at the blonde who was currently lounging on her tattoo chair. “Um, no you’re not.”

Summer’s shiny pink lips curved upwards, mirth radiating from her in droves. “Yes. I’m totally doing this for you.”

“Summer.”

She slid off of the chair, rolling her bare ivory shoulders at the panicking tattoo artist. “It’s already decided,” Summer informed her as she headed out of her work space and for the front of the parlor. Gabi could feel her heart lurch into her throat in horror.

“No, no it’s not.” Gabi rose from her own seat, trailing after her best friend. “Come on, Summer. Be reasonable.”

“It’ll be fine, I promise.” She just waved Gabi off as she reached for the door. “Besides, it’s better to know now if he’s spoken for or not. It’ll save you some hurt down the road.”

“What road! I have no intention of going down any road!”

 

Update

“Kara?” At the inquisitive voice of her roommate, Waverly, Kara pocketed her black gloves. She took a moment to hang up her coat and keys, brushing the loose chestnut locks of her hair behind her ear. She uttered a brief curse under her breath at the thought  that it was a good idea to wear a dress today with a cold front coming in.

“Yeah, it’s me,” she called back in response, her voice taking a light teasing tone as she asked, “Were you expecting anyone else?”

“No, no.”  With a snort, Kara followed the sound of her roommate’s voice into the kitchen, spotting the kindergarten teacher immediately at the island.