The Countdown is on
Elle heads to the editor in just two-ish months! Ahh! This is real life. I’m planning to have her ready for agents come August/September, so we will see what happens. You guys, I could have an agent by the end of 2023! O.M.G.
I’ve been reading like crazy lately because my anxiety and depression have been overwhelming. Stories are so critical for my mental health, I can’t really explain it, but books truly save me every single day. I hope that one day, my stories do the same for someone else.
Some notable Romance reads:
The Cheat Sheet- Sarah Adams
The Lovelight series (1-3) - B.K. Borison
Love and Other Words - Christina Lauren
The Roughest Draft- Emily Wibberley
My TBR is overflowing, but these are at the top:
Practice Makes Perfect- Sarah Adams
True Love Experiment - Christina Lauren
Happy Place - EmHen
Duck a l’Orange - Karina May
Life update: My grandpa is ‘living’ with us indefinitely at the moment while he goes through cancer treatment, so real life is extremely draining. I’m in a vicious cycle of wanting to write, not writing, then feeling like a failure for not writing. It’s terrible. Prioritize, right? True, but it’s so much more than that. I sit down to write, and my creativity is trapped. My energy is gone. I have just enough to do my freelancing work, and then I’m tapped out. Also, I don’t feel like I can take time for myself to create when my grandfather may need me. Or my husband. Or anyone else for that matter. Jet lag isn’t helping, I’m useless by 3 pm right now.
There’s this feeling I get when I’m totally in the zone. When writing is so easy because I can ‘see’ everything in my mind and it just flows onto the keyboard. I rewrote Elle in three days. Now, I can’t think of a single sentence to put down for my new WIPs. There’s some kind of disconnect from my brain to my fingers. It’ll pass. I’ll write. I’ll publish. I know all of these to be facts, it’s just like, when?
Not related, but kind of…EmHen is one of my fave authors, and funny enough, after my car accident last year, I picked up Book Lovers. Her stories always seem to come at the right time. I’m about to read Happy Place, her newest book, and all I want is to find my happy place again.
My happy place to write. My happy place to sing. My happy place to just be me; Not Jourdana the wife. Not Jourdana the granddaughter. Not Jourdana the one who makes all the appointments and keeps everyone organized. Just me. Only me. I don’t even remember who “me” is.
