The Day that Took Five Years

Today is the official launch day of my first book, OyMG. It’s a little surreal to think about it now, to remember back to that first day, five years ago, when I decided to write about a Jewish girl and her Zeydeh. I’d started plenty of other books over the years. Was there anything to suggest that this would be different?

Nope.

Writing Tip for Tuesday

You can’t write a good love scene while worrying what your dad will think.

You can trust me on this — it’s why I gave up writing adult romances.

Now, maybe you’re not worrying about your dad, but chances are someone has gotten into your head about what your story should be, how you should write it, what the market wants, blah blah blah.  And here’s what you’ve got to say to that person or those people:  GET. OUT.  You’ve got to clear your head of all the people in there who are messing with your story.  And there are probably a few of them:

One Month to Debut and Counting…

Craziness.  That’s the only way to describe the feeling.  Like I’m on an out-of-control ferris wheel and I’m flying in circles…so many ups and downs and the world spinning out of control.  Also the felling that I either want to scream or puke.  Or both.   (But hopefully not at the same time.)

But I digress.  There’s just one month left until my book debuts and I’m constantly struggling with the fear that there’s something I’m not doing. Something I was supposed to do.  Something I wish I hadn’t done.