Since I am so new to the world of publishing I wanted to give you all a glimpse into why I decided to start writing.
Over the last six months I have been running a very successful romance book review website called GetYourSmutOn.com (I kid you not, that’s the name). Through this blog I was able to review hundreds of the books that I read for some of the biggest and best authors out there. These authors ranged from those who have massive book deals to the independent authors. Of those, some were new authors while others are New York Times and USA Today best selling authors. I’m still reviewing so check it out!
Over the last four years I have been reading non-stop, reaching at my peak 400-500 books per year. Yes, some of those contain novellas as well as full books. Once my kids became bigger I was able to devote a bit more time to it and decided to start a blog. And boy am I ever glad that I did! I have gained some great understanding of the world of publishing as well as becoming friends with some wonderful bloggers, authors and voracious readers.
In reviewing books for authors I was repeatedly asked if I was writing. It only takes so much of these suggestions before you start to think, “Hmmm, maybe the suggestions are not all that far fetched.”
I put that thought on the back burner for a few months because lets face it, I’m just like everyone else. I’m slammed. I’ve got a day job, two kids and a hubby, not to mention volunteering, kids sports, and book reviewing.
What, you ask then, got me “on the horse”? Well unfortunately it was something that completely knocked me out. In October I had a very serious health scare with a side of hilarity and had many of my close friends say, “You should write a story about this.”
So I decided I would give it an initial try, just to see if I could do it. One week later, swollen hands from all of the typing, and several sleepless nights, I had a novella. Many asked why I didn’t just write a whole book but I mean seriously…a whole book? Are you kidding me? That is for the pros. I am barely dipping my big toe in the water here, I am not going to try and hit it out of the park (and more than likely fail) with a full fledged book right out of the gate. Baby steps, literally, for this girl.
Currently the novella has been edited but it is in one last and final round of edits and I am waiting on cover art. You could seriously be in “editing” land forever so I am calling it done after this last round. I’ve got some steamy cover art options to choose from as well but I want to make sure that it is perfect for the book, so we are in round two of the concepts. While everyone is waiting, here is another excerpt from the novella!
“Do you need vitals?” Mark turns to Becky, the nurse demanding every detail of my life.
“Yes, please. Thank you.” Becky smiles at Mark. She better get off my Kool Aid.
“Yes Mark, you hot tottie; get over here and check my breasts.”
Oh no, did I just say that out loud?
Renee is about to explode with laughter so I must’ve said it loud enough for everyone to hear. I risk a glance at the hot nurse and yep, he heard it too. His cheeks and ears are completely red as a blush covers his whole face.
Kill me now.
I’m sure he has heard worse from delirious patients. And, it’s never a bad time for a boob check. Too bad I, in my delirious state, think right here and now is the best time apparently.
Thankfully, he says nothing further and sidesteps my comment like a pro. He must get that a lot. “Let’s get you checked out, miss.”
As they push me into the ER the entire room starts to spin and I am about to puke again. The bright lights are giving me a migraine the size of Texas and good lord, what do they use to clean this place with? I cannot breathe without smelling the acid/clorox-like smell.
With my senses bombarding me, making me physically sick to my stomach, I notice that I’ve lost Renee. I look around wildly wondering where she is and am worried that she won’t be able to find me. I’m now scared that they won’t let her back because she’s not family. Damn, I don’t want to be back here alone.
Nurse Bangable Pants is back at my side, “Don’t worry miss, your friend just went to park the car. I’ll make sure she gets back to you when she comes back in.”
“Nurse Bangable Pants, you’re the best.”
Fuuuuucccckkk! I said that outloud.