As I’m sure it is with most of you, my life is a constant struggle making time for both my personal and professional life. Late nights spent up writing, days crammed full (well recently with doctor’s appointments and other stuff) errands, home school, and educational trips.
On this hectic odyssey, I thought that signing a contract and getting published was the apex. Once there, everything would be rainbows and sunshine. I could drink coffee at hip joints, buy an antique desk and leave my manuscript lovingly displayed atop it, an editor who made the process story book and pain free, and go to book signings where people would tell me how amazing I am.
That, my friends, was a pipe dream (well, except the editor part, I lucked out with that one and have amazing editors). Signing the contract is the BEGINNING of the climb, not the summit. I say this, strapped in at about halfway up the devil’s pass, with my feet dangling hundreds of yards above my imaginary towns, praying for just enough energy to keep going so I don’t drop. Oops, I mean, as I sit with edits, revisions, proofs, and the dreaded… learning to market and promote myself.
Each new thing I have to learn punt kicks my blood pressure up a notch (enough so that my doctor is freaking out, hence all the recent appointments).
There is a lot of waiting around in the writing/publishing business. Which is probably why I freak out when it’s time to get to work. But then, awesome things happen. Like, you get your first cover and see your name at the top in big letters, and the series title there as well (hey, job security, the publisher wants more than one). In that moment the drama and the craziness goes right out the window and you’re sitting on that peak, looking proudly out over all that you created. It’s awesome and totally worth it.
Anyway, here’s the first little hint of Raelynn and Jordan, my heroine and hero of The Finish Line.
Another night at the races is more than burned rubber with a hit of nitrous. For one young woman, it’s navigating trauma, love, and loss in the stifling Texas heat under the watchful gaze of her brother’s best friend and reigning King of the Streets, Jordan Slater. Home in Arkadia again, Raelynn Casey starts to heal from a terrible incident at college. She finds love in Jordan, a member of her brother’s circle of racing buddies. When another in the racing circle, the guy who took her to her high school prom, exposes his feelings for Raelynn, tragedy erupts like a tank of race fuel. Guilt, remorse, and pain must be overcome before Raelynn and Jordan can race to The Finish Line.