I can’t believe that my 20th book released this month. It’s surreal sometimes that I get to do this amazing thing and write books. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do.
I often talk about my inspirations for becoming a writer and one of my biggest supporters was my Mom.
I lost my Mom this past June to cancer. She was 64 and she loved Harlequin books. In particular Presents and Historical. Though, she did love reading Medicals when I gave her mine. She was biased and I didn’t mind. 🙂
She would’ve been so proud of me hitting book #20 and I know she is, but it’s been a hard few months.
My 20th was written before I lost her and my 21st was as well. Actually, my 21st book which comes out in January 2019 was accepted two days before she died. My editor emailed me to tell me that the book was accepted and I had to email Sareeta back and tell her I was sitting at my Mom’s bedside saying good-bye. Everyone at Romance Towers was so accommodating and understanding.
There are some books that are difficult to write for whatever reason. Number 20, NY Doc Under the Northern Lights, was one of those books that was easier to write in retrospect. Book #23, which just was accepted, was my most difficult.
It was the first book I wrote after my Mom died. And I was pretty numb writing that first draft, but then I heard my Mom’s voice and things got better.
And when 20 released, I really struggled with being happy about it because she wasn’t there physically. In my heart she is.
I’m still grieving. This past Friday it’s only 4 months since I lost my rock. The one person I would always turn to when I was anxious or worried. She was my shelter in a storm and it’s been hard not picking up the phone or going to see her and tell her good news.
It’s been hard. So hard, which is why I’ve been somewhat quiet on social media and on here. It’s getting better though. 🙂
And as I tried to focus on my release and writing/revising book #23 The Surgeon’s Convenient Husband, she was there in her own way.
I know that she’ll be there in every book I write.
Like she’s been there since I drafted my first short story at the age of 9. I wouldn’t be where I am today without her. So thanks for that, Mom.
I love you.