So, I was listening to Amy Poehler's book on Audible and she mentions in the intro how difficult she found writing and taking care of her children. Listening to it, I just laughing and nodding my head in sympathy. I recently finished the last book in my billionaire series, LIE IN THE MOMENT, and there were moments when I asked myself..."WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" But I did manage to finish it. I even like it. So that's something.
Now I am struggling to get started on a new project. Unfortunately my books aren't really selling, so it's hard to justify the time away from my darling boy or neglecting sleep to work on something that may or may not ever get published.
I can't give it up though. I thought that maybe I could, but even as I sing the ABCs for the 500th time, I am thinking about what I could write next, even when I know that three quarters of the way through it, I will be cursing every word and wondering why in heaven's name I do this to myself. Masochistic. Maybe. Probably. All the indicators are there...especially if you read my books. Lol.
Still looking for readers to provide an honest review online of my latest book, A FRENCH WHIPPING. Will happily send a copy of the ebook. Just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.