So I’m Goodreads famous.
For the past couple of weeks, I have been stressing about my book. Whether or not people will love it if it will sell successfully. I expected average reviews. 3-4 stars rating. But to get five? That is absolutely amazing! It’s been an adventure. And now that I’ve gotten my feet wet, I am writing furiously for my second novel. I think all the jitters and kinks have been worked out.
Also, if you guys are interested, click the link below and give the book a look-see.
I love you all,
Sunset is near,
My heart is full and clear.
My muse so suave and attentive,
The definition of cavalier.
My muse and I,
Filled with endless cheer.
The sun was almost fading,
A wind most assuredly aiding,
In the invading night.
Eyes could not believe,
Nor could they conceive,
The awakening of death’s delight.
He kept away,
Always told, or kept at bay.
But not tonight.
Nay, on this night,
This hallowed eve,
He would achieve,
Leave bereft, and give no reprieve.
He had yet until midnight,
And then his leash would be unbound,
Causing others to gasp, and be confound.
There would be no rebound.
The taste of fresh blood, and souls,
Was truly his only goal.
My thoughts are racing,
Time has me chasing,
Still, I sit here debasing myself.
All for you. What do you do?
Before I even come to,
You kiss me on the lips,
Barely even say adieu.
I hate you.
But then I smell your shampoo,
skin encased in bone and sinew.
And my love begins anew.
Well, the time has finally come. My book has finally been edited, and it’s now being properly formatted. I have everything ready to go, so as soon as I receive the put together work of my book. (Yay) I sit back and wait. November 1st is both nerve-wracking and exciting. I think when I hit the publish button I will stay offline for a couple of days. I may even go to the library and sit in a quiet room or go for a walk outside.
I don’t know about you, but putting myself out there, even in a fiction setting is frightening. People always say that you shouldn’t be nervous, that your work should speak for itself. I know that I’ve told a great story. Whether a person likes it or not isn’t the problem; It’s the exposure. You, as a writer took time out of your day to tell a story. It’s new, and other people have to read it and comment on it. Keyboards warriors are very much a real thing.
I can only hope that my book is received well. I can only pray that another girl out there in the world sees that it is possible. If nothing else, my example can show that you can do whatever your heart desires.
What do you think?
I’ve been busy this week. Schoolwork has kicked into high gear, and my book promotions have been going well. This Thursday I will receive my manuscript, all professionally edited.
(And by that I mean copy editing, line editing, critique, and everything else that was wrong with my story)
Afterward, I will have my book professionally formatted- and it will be ready on October 21. Plenty of time before my release date to make any changes or have a couple more heart-attacks from anxiety.
This has been a pleasurable journey. I learned so much, met some great and interesting people, and have discovered a community just waiting for the next terribly romantic historical fiction. I do hope you guys enjoy it. Again, we’ve still got time before it’s released, (Check the banner) but I want to start thinking in the mindset of it already being released to the public. (EEEK!)
I love you all.
The title of my book, by the way. I am pleased to announce that my very own historical romance novel will be available to purchase on November 1st. As I have mentioned previously, I cannot wait to see the response. I am hopeful for positive feedback, simply because I love the genre, and I want to contribute something to it. I love to write. Anything and everything, and the chance to be able to do this full-time is a dream. Anyways, my book blurb is below, and my cover reveal will be tomorrow. EEEEEK! So excited!
Shout-out to Enticing Journey Book Promotions…EEEEEEK!!
Karina Bardot, daughter to the Duke and Duchess of Essex has always been overlooked. Plain, and too involved in her novels, she was resigned to being a spinster for the rest of her life.No man could possibly match the heroes she read about in her quiet time, so, she was content with letting her books be the loves of her life.
Quite thrilled with it actually.
That was until her parents informed her of her sudden betrothal to a Marquis. She barely even knew of her own engagement, and now she is to meet her future husband? Now Karina’s forced to endure a season filled with endless parties, mind-numbing conversation, and dress shopping. Something she detested more than ballrooms.
Captain Cole Black asked his men to do one job. Find the woman who stole expensive fabrics from their trade deal, and return to the ship posthaste. He was leery of being in London for too long, as having left the high society life, with its obligations and stifling rules of decorum long ago. Cole was confident that his men would return with the woman responsible for their delay, and continue on their journey. Only his men returned with someone else entirely. And the ship had already left port.
Will Karina finally get the excitement, and adventure she’s been craving all along? And Will Cole finally realize that his greatest treasure is not lost at sea?
What do you think? Too cheesy? To romantic? Let me know.
…Among other things, I have also re-enrolled in school.
I am going for a second master’s degree. This one in humanities. Truth be told, I’ve always loved school and reading romance. If you could pair two of my loves together, you would create my dream job. Thankfully, I was able to pair the two by becoming a romance writer.
I started back in August, and I just finished my first-quarter class. I absolutely loved it! It was everything I love all tied into one rigorous eight-week session. I was able to read novels I’d never would have glanced at normally. The reason I am sharing this with you all is not for praise, but to encourage you. Never stop learning, always do more, fail, A LOT, because that’s the only way you’ll learn. As a twenty-nine-year-old woman, I feel that I have a bit of experience behind my back to confidently say those words to you. That, and read a ton of romantic, sappy, unrealistic fiction.
I woke up beside myself.
I took the news and let it destroy itself.
I took the pain,
And spent it on Balmain.
You were about to speak,
I didn’t want to feel weak.
“You gon have to do more than just (say it)
You gon have to do less when you (do it)”
Just give me time,
I’ll be there if you co-sign.
Let me take what’s mine.
Even though you didn’t consider my countless dimes.
It’s not looking too well.
I’m not interested in buying what you sell.
You’ve lost your appeal.
That’s the only thing that has become real.