Books So Good

Books So Good I Might Have Neglected My Kids

Eleanor and Grey by Brittainy C. Cherry

It's been exactly one month since I read this new book by the talented Brittainy C. Cherry and I still find myself thinking of Eleanor and Grey. Truly, a beautiful heart-wrenching story that might have had me neglecting my kids, up all night and sobbing as quietly as possible into my pillow while my husband… Continue reading Eleanor and Grey by Brittainy C. Cherry

Uncategorized, What am I writing you ask?

You’re closer now to finishing that book than you were when you first began… – Kimberly Kiser

*Writing update* Currently have 11 chapter written of my first draft! Whoot, whoot! But I haven't added any chapters IN A MONTH! Whomp, whomp, whomp. If you read my "Diagnosis of writer's block" post you will remember the big middle finger I sent to my writer's block. I was having some real writer struggles and… Continue reading You’re closer now to finishing that book than you were when you first began… – Kimberly Kiser

Uncategorized, What am I writing you ask?

* In the dark – Teaser *

Excited to share a teaser for my contemporary romance In the dark, coming soon!! Momma has been putting in work! Can you tell? Comment below on what you think of this little teaser and stay tuned!!! I cannot wait to finish writing, edit, edit, edit some more and then publish! Squeezing this baby in between… Continue reading * In the dark – Teaser *

#writerstruggles

The diagnosis: Writer’s block. See below for recommended treatment.

How about a big middle finger to my brain! I was so inspired and high on my 20,000 plus words in my WIP, just for life to smack me in the face and shut my brain off. And here we are. Six days since the last time I added any words and what have I… Continue reading The diagnosis: Writer’s block. See below for recommended treatment.

Spilled Word > Poetry <

Poetry to me, are spilled thoughts. Each word feeding my starved soul.

Lately, poetry has taken a front seat and I've found myself pushing my WIP a little to the back. (Not too far) I use to write back in the day, in hidden journals in my room or during class in high-school. The words would just come and stay trapped in my head until I set… Continue reading Poetry to me, are spilled thoughts. Each word feeding my starved soul.