I have a feeling this is going to be short and sweet, because I’m lost for words.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here writing this post right now. After everything… I’m finally, actually here.
I kept Meet Me Out There a secret for the last 2.5 years as I navigated the hell of my personal life, especially when it comes to fertility. I didn’t want to make any promises of release dates not knowing how my anxiety and depression would affect my motivation, and I was still trying to find an agent (which I eventually decided to move on from). So, Mason and Fran sat there in my computer, annoyed with me, waiting for me to make a decision and let go—when the time was right.
This book means more to me than you could ever know. It represents my tenacity, my faith, climbing my way out of my own personal hell, and now: it represents the beginning of a new, beautiful, joyful era of my life. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence at all that I released Meet Me Out There this morning, at the completion of my first week at my new job I absolutely love. I thank God every day for the new blessings in my life, and I’m grateful I kept going. I made it out, officially. I’m here, crying happy tears.
There’s so much more I could say, but I want to celebrate, so that’s what I’m going to do! 😁🥳
If you read either of my books, I hope you consider writing a review. We indie authors depend on Amazon and Goodreads reviews—and spreading the word!—for sales since we don’t have the huge PR capabilities of a traditional publishing house. And… you have no idea how much reviews make our day. 🥰
To a new dawn, and the absolute joy of creating with pure heart and soul. 🍻