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5… The number of years since I’ve been home.

4… The number of people who know my secret.

3… The number of times I attempted to move on.

2… The number of months I spent crying after I left.

1… The number of men I’ll love in my lifetime.

They say everyone has one true love, one person who was made just for them. A person they were meant to spend the rest of their life with.

The thing about life… it doesn’t always go as planned.


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Lots and lots of dirty sex…

Oh, my! Megan and Vinnie’s book is going to knock your socks off. These two… I just don’t know what to say. They’re perfect for each other in every way. They compliment the other person, really get who they are and the road they’ve traveled. Without judgment.

And Vinnie makes me laugh.

Here’s a little sneak peak of Megan and Vinnie’s story…

“And by companionship you mean…”
“Sex. Lots and lots of dirty sex.”
If nothing else, Vinnie’s honest. Too honest. But he makes me laugh at the same time. It’s nice to be able to talk to someone who isn’t judging me for my past. Who understands it. Who’s been there and came out the other side with battle wounds that aren’t defining his every decision in life. 
“Is that something you’re interested in, Megan?”
“Are you propositioning me, Mr. Redding?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Call me by my last name. It turns me on, and unless you are propositioning me, I’ll have to take care of him myself, and that doesn’t bring me the satisfaction I’m looking for.”
“So you only wanted to give me a ride home so you could try and get a ride?”
“No, I gave you a ride home because I wanted to get to know you, and if the car was moving, you wouldn’t be able to run away from me. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love a ride from you. And just to be crystal clear, yes, I’m propositioning you because I can tell you want it as much as I do.”
“Is that why you’ve circled my block three times now? Because if you stop the car you think I’ll run?”
“Nope. Just waiting for an answer.”
“And if I don’t give you one?”
“I can drive in circles all night and enjoy just sitting next to you in the car. You’re choice.”
“What if I don’t know what I want?”
He thinks it over for a minute, and as we approach my house for the fourth time, he actually pulls up and parks on the street. He makes no motion to turn the car off or to keep me from leaving.
“The way I see it, we have two options. One, you can invite me in and we can have amazing sex until neither of us can walk a straight line.”
“Or you can invite me in and we can keep this conversation going.”
“No sex?”
“Not unless you ask me nicely,” he states, his voice taking a serious tone, contradicting the smirk on his face.
I don’t think I’d have to ask nicely to get what I want from him.

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book 1, Emerson & Ryder

book 2, Justine & Devon

book 3, Angela & Tyler

book 4, Megan & Vincent

book 5, Brianna & Hunter (coming 8/16)

book 6, Allyson & Zane (coming 9/20)


Imperfect Love Story


Long Road Home


Green pastures pass in a blur as I make my way down the highway, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I focus on the road ahead, the mountain peaks off to my left, and my plan.

Get in. Get it done. Get out.

I’m sure my mother will leave me little time for anything else. Five days of pure organized chaos. That’s the way things always are when my mother is involved. It still shocks me that she’s turning fifty years old this weekend and moving at the pace she does. She’s going to have to learn to slow down eventually.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

The downside to her slowing down is she’ll have more time to meddle in my life. I’m putting a stop to that this weekend. I’ve been letting her guilt me into decisions my whole life. Her “suggestions” were to be taken into consideration, but when decisions were made, they never really felt like mine. They were always what I thought Mother would support. What Mother wanted. What Mother would agree with.

That ends now.

I’m going to keep telling myself that until I start to believe it.

With only fifteen miles until the edge of town, and thirty miles to my parent’s ranch, I need to find my confidence soon.

Ding, ding, ding.

Reaching for my phone, I flip it over to see who’s messaging me. Reception out here is sketchy. With more than seventy miles between towns, I’m surprised anything even came through.

Nothing. No text. No voicemail.

Ding, ding, ding.

Where the hell is that noise coming from?

Looking down at the dashboard, my question is answered. I’m about to run out of gas. Town is only fifteen miles ahead. I should be able to make it. I’ve only run out of gas once in my life, the only other time I’ve made this drive.

Ten minutes later as my car shudders to a stop on the side of the road, I curse my dumb luck and beat my hand against the steering wheel.


Why? I’m so close. Literally. I’m staring at the “Welcome to Fairview” sign. The gas station is just around the next bend, too far to walk in this heat but close enough that I’m pissed off.

Resting my head against the back of the seat, I close my eyes and try to remember the phone number to the garage. I refuse to call my parents for help. I’m already running two hours late and if I can avoid it, I really don’t want to see anyone else while I’m in town.

Stepping out of the car, I shake my phone and walk around until I have a faint signal. Dialing quickly, I pray he doesn’t answer. It’s been a long time. I doubt he even works there anymore. I’m sure he’s moved on. There’s no reason for me to think he’ll be the one answering my call.

Then again, when you least expect to meet people, that’s when they come into your life.


“Are you seriously going to leave me here?” I scream at Josh as he opens the door to his truck.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a snooty bitch I wouldn’t.” His words, laced with laughter, get under my skin the way he was hoping.

There’s one thing I’m not and that’s snooty. I can be a bitch from time to time, everyone can, but I never act better than the next person. I could care less if you ride your bike to school or drive a twenty-thousand-dollar truck like Josh’s. It’s not about money, it never has been for me. It’s about character, and Josh has none. He’s proving that right now, in front of most of our senior class.

“You know what? Go. I can do this. I don’t need you. I can do anything. I’m stronger than you’re giving me credit for. But let me remind you of one thing. If you think you can call me tomorrow, apologize like you always do, and I’ll come crawling back to you, you have another thing coming. We’re done, Josh. For good this time.”

Straightening my shoulders, I never broke eye contact with him as his smile faded. Once I was done, his frown turned into a mega-watt grin, the same grin I fell for two years ago when he was the new kid in school. His eyes drift from mine and when I follow them, I realize why he’s acting like an asshole.


That’s not her real name, but that’s what I like to call her. Fiery red hair with legs for days. She’s at least four inches taller than me. In the heels she’s rocking tonight, maybe six or seven inches. Her breasts are about to pop out of her shirt, per usual, and her shorts leave little to the imagination.

Two weeks ago, she showed up at the first football game of the season. We all noticed her, it was hard not to. After the game, I caught them talking outside the locker room. When I asked Josh about it, he brushed it off. Tonight, I’m having a hard time believing there wasn’t more going on back then. When she climbs into the cab of his truck, I don’t have to wonder anymore.

“I won’t be calling this time, Chloe,” Josh says, driving the knife in my back a little deeper.

In shock, I stare as he pulls out of the parking lot, a line of trucks behind him. His cavalry. They’re all probably headed to the lake to celebrate the big win tonight.

Well, fuck him. I don’t need him. I’ve never needed him. He was more for show than anything. My father liked him. He comes from a respectable family. If they only knew what their son was really like.

“Garrett’s Auto,” an unfamiliar voice says after only one ring.

“Hi. I’m at Fairview Academy, in the parking lot closest to the football field, and my car won’t start. I think my battery is dead,” I explain quickly, looking behind me when I hear a twig snap.

The lot is empty, my car the only vehicle left. My mind begins to race at the thought of someone sneaking up on me.

“Sure thing, Miss. I’ll head out there right now.”

“Thank you,” I reply as I climb into my car and lock the doors. “I’m the only car in the parking lot so you can’t miss me.”

When the lights of the tow truck finally come into sight, I step out of the car and wave my hands over my head. I probably look like a crazy person, but it’s been twenty minutes of heart-pounding silence, frequently interrupted by freaky sounds that I couldn’t identify. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.

He pulls the truck directly in front of my car, temporarily blinding me. I hear the slam of the door and walk over to meet him, keeping my hand shielded over my eyes.

“Thanks so—” My words escape me as he steps in front of the lights and I get a good look at him.

At least six inches taller than my tiny five-foot-five-inch frame, it seems like he towers over me. If I thought Josh had a fit body, his looks to be made of steel. The way his shirt hugs each muscle has my mind headed into dangerous territory.

If he looks this good with his clothes on… hmmm. Damn. Even sexy isn’t an accurate way to describe him. Sinful, maybe? Delicious, definitely.

His hair is dark, brown or black but I can’t tell with the glow of the headlights. I wish I could see his eyes. I feel them watching me, checking me out the same way I’m checking him out. I hope he likes what he sees as much as I like what I see.

What surprises me most is the fact that he’s my age, maybe a little older.

“Hey,” he replies.

Even his voice is sexy as hell. Smooth as silk, the sound causes a chill to run up my spine despite the warm fall night.

“I, um, I’m Chloe,” I say, taking a step closer to him and extending my hand.

When he takes my hand in his, the warmth of his calloused hands brings a smile to my face and kickstarts my heart. Making eye contact for the first time, I find that I’m having the same effect on him.

“Wyatt,” he finally says, my hand still wrapped in his.

“Wyatt. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“Probably not. Still new to town. I just moved here over the summer.”

Nodding, I’m at a loss for words. I want to ask him a million questions, but no sound leaves my mouth. This boy, this man, has me speechless and I don’t know anything about him yet, but I want to. I want to know everything.

Where’s he from? Why did he move here? Does he feel what I’m feeling right now?

“I should probably take a look at your car before Willy wonders why I’m not back.” Reluctantly I pull my hand back and nod. “Can you pop the hood for me?”

Doing as he asks, I watch as he fiddles with a few cables and checks things out. After ten minutes, he slams the hood closed and turns to me, the headlights from his truck illuminating the hard lines of his jaw. I want to reach up and run my fingers over them.

“I need to tow you back to the shop and see if Willy can figure out what’s wrong with it. Your battery seems fine, but it could be a bad connection.”

“Okay. Can I get a ride back? My parents are out of town this weekend, so I don’t have anyone else to call.”

“What about a boyfriend?”

Is he fishing? He has to be fishing. Please let him be fishing.

“Nope,” I reply, popping the P for emphasis. “Single at the moment.”

And never happier to be single. Josh and Ginger can have each other.

“Well, why don’t you ride back with me and hopefully we’ll have you fixed up tonight.”

Grabbing my purse, I jump into the cab of the truck. Wyatt hooks my car up and we’re on the way in no time. There’s an uncomfortable silence between us as the ten-minute ride feels like it takes an hour. Every now and then I sneak a peek over at him. When the street lights illuminate his face, I can see how nervous he is.

I’m nervous too. His presence makes me nervous in a good way. I’ve never felt like this being near a guy before. That has to mean something. At least, I hope it does since I’m about to put myself out there and I hate rejection.

“So, before we get there, I was kind of hoping that you might ask me out.”

The truck comes to an abrupt halt. I reach for the dashboard as the sound of the wheels skidding on the dirt echo through the cab.

“What the hell!” I scream, turning to face him.

“Chloe, will you go out with me?”

“Dramatic much?” I laugh.

“Let’s just say I didn’t want to wait another second and I wanted to be able to look in your eyes when I asked you.”

Pointing out the front window, “You realize that the garage is about ten feet from here, right?”

“So, will you?” he asks, ignoring my question.

“On one condition,” I reply, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “I get to drive next time.”

Smiling, he replies, “I have one condition too.”

“What’s that?” I ask as I watch him unhook his seat belt and slide toward me. “I can kiss you right now because I’m not sure I can wait much longer.”

Reaching for his jaw, I run my fingers along the hard lines. When his lips meet mine, my heart explodes in my chest. His kiss is gentle but passionate. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever had.

Until Willy knocks on the window, interrupting the moment.


“Garrett’s Auto.”

“Hi, I just ran out of gas near the town limits and I was hoping someone could come help me out.”

“Sure thing, Miss. Name?” His voice is grizzly on the other end of the line. I recognize it and as soon as I say my name, he’s going to recognize me.

“Chloe Warren,” I whisper into the phone. I could scream my name and no one would hear me where I am, yet I whisper, hoping to avoid the spread of knowledge through my tiny hometown.

I can hear them now.

Chloe’s back. I wonder why after all this time? She should have stayed away.

“Well, Miss Chloe, it’s nice to hear your voice. It’s been awhile. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there. Sound good?”

“Yeah, Willy. Sounds great. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hey, Willy,” I say, apprehensively.

“Yes, Hun?”

“Can we keep me being here between the two of us, please?”

“You know, Wy—”


“Yes, Miss. See you in a few minutes.”

Even the partial mention of his name has my skin tingling. I’ve tried not to think about him, especially today, to no avail. He’s still a part of my world, even if I don’t want to admit it.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest at the memories of that night long after I hang up. It aches for him, to see him again, to feel his arms wrapped around me. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about him, or the time we spent together.

He was the one.

The one that got away.

My breathing increases as the ache settles in my chest.

My second panic attack today. The reason I was running behind to begin with.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply and exhale, repeating my mantra over and over again.

I can do this. I can do anything. I am strong.

It takes a few minutes to subside, but once I’m able to breathe, I open my eyes and wipe my face. The tears started to fall long before I was able to stop them. I haven’t even hit the city limits and I’m overwhelmed with memories of Wyatt.

I knew I would be. He had me from the moment I laid eyes on him.




Adventures of a Full-Time Author – Day 18



How was your holiday weekend? I spent mine here at home, with the fam. My son and I went swimming and we had a family water balloon fights. LOTS of yummy food. Most of all, we made some great memories.


I found a part-time job.

It’s nothing fancy but I think I’m going to love it. I like both of the people I interviewed with and everyone else I’ve encountered during the process. The best part of the job… it’s not going to interfere with my writing.

Since I started writing full-time, I’ve found that I work best in the morning. Get up, get started, put the kid on the bus and I crank out words. That’s still the plan and since this job is a few nights a week from 430-10, I’m confident that I will still be as productive.

It means I’ll be busy this summer, especially once the kiddo is home. I’m up for the challenge though. I’m ready to get out of the house a little. After the last few weeks, its become clear to me that I was never meant to be a stay-at-home anything.

Just because it’s not for me doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed it. It just means that I need social interaction on a daily basis with someone other than my husband. I need to feel needed by other people and working in customer service will fulfill that need for me.

So… if you are a stay-at-home person, my respect for you has grown immensely. I feel trapped here but I know that’s not always the way everyone feels. Every day less gets done because I know that I can do it tomorrow.  My house that was spotless the first week is in desperate need of attention today.

And it’ll get done.

So will writing.

And the school picnic.

And release day.

Yep. Today is going to be a great day because I have ALL the things to do and the challenge will be to accomplish them. I never back down from a challenge.

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Adventures of a Full-Time Author: Day 11


I have plenty. In fact, of the 4 I decided on for 2018, I have yet to complete any of them. I’m not complaining about that. There’s still time and a plan in place to get there.

Today, however, I am one step closer to one of those goals and I HAD to share.

Goal #4: publish 8 books in 2018

First… why 8?

So at the end of 2017 when I sat down to make my publishing schedule for this year, I realized I had taken on A LOT. The Rumors series (6 books) and the Imperfect Love Duet (2 books) were both on my schedule and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t kick any of those books off. I wanted to rapid release the series so readers didn’t have to wait. A new book every 5 weeks. The entire series out in 6 months.

(Even reading that now makes me cringe.)

BUT… book 1 in the duet was already written and book 2 was speaking to me screaming at me to be written.

So I pulled up my big girl panties and made it work. Changes all my dates, more than once, set a schedule to write the books that still hadn’t been written, scheduled editing, etc.

I had a plan.

I put it in motion.

And I prayed A LOT that I didn’t fail.

That brings us to today. Only two of the eight books have been released. SIX of them are complete as of twenty minutes ago. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter. I can almost see the end in sight.



Now, had I not gone full time as of last week I have a feeling I wouldn’t be as confident right now. In the last 11 days, since quitting my job, I’ve written over 25k words. 17k in the last 3 days.

Yep, I stepped up my game. I’m not about a week ahead of schedule when I was dangerously close to missing my deadline a few days ago. I pushed through. Failure was not an option.

I’ll be able to check Goal #4 off my list. The rest of my goals will fall into place after that (at least that’s the plan) and then 2019 will be even better.

Yes, I’ve already made plans. There’s a stand-alone trilogy coming your way. A FREE spin-off novella of the Rumors series for newsletter subscribers. And two other books that I’m keeping quiet about right now while I work out some plot details.

Today = WINNING!

It also means I need to edit and get ready for the release of Rumors 3 next week. So… until next time. XOXO


Adventures of a Full-Time Author – Day 9

Happy Tuesday!!!

You know what that means for me? Husband day!!!

Yes, I’m a little excited. Partially because I think he’s getting used to the idea that I’m always here and is starting to understand that I need time to write more than just a blog post. There’s marketing to do and graphics that need to be made. Email that needs to be flushed. I have a format on my schedule for this week.

Next week is going to be even crazier when he’s home because 1.) Monday is a paid holiday for him, the kid has no school and he’s already coming up with ideas for what we can do as a family (which is fab) and 2.) Rumors 3 releases on Thursday!!! Which means all day Wednesday will be spent preparing for release.

So for husband time this week, I’m going to give him my full attention, knowing I’m going to ignore him for a portion of next week.

But… the last few days have been great for my progress. I’m 5k from finishing Rumors 4: Megan and Vinnie’s story. I had a book signing at Barnes & Noble on Sunday that went well. I was able to connect with a reader from the area by chance. AND, I nailed it as a housewife this weekend. My pot roast was delicious and for those of you that know me well, you know how much I loathe cooking because I suck at it. But I’m getting better.

Last night I made twice baked potatoes and they were yummy too. It may seem small to some people but when my food tastes edible it’s a win for me. I’ve been winning a lot lately. (Thank you internet for all your support in finding me easy to follow recipes.)

So, for all of you following my journey so far, it’s going great. I’m keeping busy, teaching myself how to cook, my house is cleaner than it’s ever been before AND I’m writing, which was the whole point of this. I’ve found my groove, a schedule that works for me, and I’m off and running.

To celebrate, here’s a sneak peak at Angela & Tyler’s story:

“The thought of you, in that dress, with your legs wrapped around me and your heels digging into my back has me rock hard. So when I try and feel you up under the table, I’d appreciate it if you gave me access. That is, unless you wanna crawl in the backseat and make my fantasies come true.”
I expect her to laugh at me. Maybe even smack my arm and call me crazy.
What I don’t expect is for her to crawl into the back seat, her dress riding up giving me a glimpse of the tiny black thong she’s wearing.
Hastily starting the car, I find another place for us to park. One where we’re more secluded. Where the fog on the windows won’t draw as much attention because we’re going to be late to dinner.
Very, very late.

Let me just say this… Angela & Tyler’s love for each other knows no bounds. From the way they met to their daily escapades, these two are crazy about each other which leads to some rather memorable moments.

Their story releases on May 31st. Mark your calendars or preorder now!


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Adventures of a Full-Time Author – Day 6

Happy Saturday!!! I hope you all have the opportunity to spend the day with your loved ones.

Well, it’s been almost a full week of this whole full-time author thing. There are a few things I’ve noticed so today’s post is going to be a quick recap of the week.

  1. My husband is distracting. Want to know more about this? Read the blog post from day 3.
  2. Even with a deadline approaching SOON, I’m becoming a procrastinator. I have WAAAAAY to much time on my hands.
  3. A clean house means I have no excuse not to write and THAT is when I get shit done.
  4. Sitting in the rain even when it’s 60 degrees sucks. (more about that below)

Okay so… yesterday was by far my most productive day YET I still found myself taking more breaks than needed. My focus was that of a squirrel.

“Oh, it’s been an hour, better stretch.”

“End of a chapter, time for a snack, fresh coffee, an episode of Chicago PD.”

“I wonder what my bestie’s up to. I better give her a call.”

I validated every single one of those thoughts AND somehow managed to write over 6,000 words. So, not bad for a days work BUT what if I had kept my focus? Would I have been able to hit my real goal of 10K? Who knows, but let’s hope we find out next week.

After all the writing was done for the day, I managed to squeeze in a little time for personal growth. My focus is marketing so I’m reading up on how best to market my book. Every book I can find. My plan is to take all the advice, mash it together and come up with a kick-ass plan for next year. I’m halfway through the first book and my mind is swimming in a seas of do’s and don’ts.

THEN, after stressing my brain to the max, it was time for my son’s baseball game. I LOVE watching him play. Last night was no exception, his run in the final inning being the winning run. Still, sitting in the cold, getting rained on, is not my idea of a fun Friday night. I need to invest in a larger umbrella in case Mother Nature decides to torture me again.

So that brings us to today…

Saturday. Birthday party day for one of the most gorgeous little 3-year-olds I know. It’s going to be great. A normal Saturday for me would be filled with work, people complaining and a headache. This is a real treat for me.

Life’s been a little boring the last few days (especially if you compare it to the wild ride of Tuesday and Wednesday) but I haven’t freaked out. YET. I’m patiently waiting for it. I was close the other day when I looked at my Amazon sales. YIKES. But they bounced back. Hope was restored and as long as I keep writing… well, life will be what I make of it.

Have a great weekend!

XOXO, Rachael


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Adventures of a Full-Time Author – Day 3

My husband is distracting.

Yep, I said it. If he reads this, which I doubt, he’ll admit my words are true.

Why is he so distracting? Many reasons, but the one sitting at the top of the list right now is this… we’ve NEVER had the same days off.

You see, with both of us working in the restaurant industry, the chances of us having a full day off together, no kid, no appointments and such, is very rare. He works Thursday through Monday and my days off were usually Sundays and Thursday.

So, yesterday was spent hanging out with him. Doing stupid shit around the house. Planning how we’re going to make this work (financially). All the little things.

Oh, and doing the one thing we can do anywhere in our house when no one else is home.

How did that turn out?

We both ended up with random leg cramps and it still feels like I have a charlie horse in my left calf today. IT WAS WORTH IT.

So, day three is here and I’ve written a total of two blog posts (including this one), 500 words in my current WIP (no I’m not missing a zero sadly), and promoted A Secret Life being on sale for 99 cents this week and the cover reveal for the Imperfect Love Duet.

Basically… I’m writing less than when I was working full time. Of course. Because this transition couldn’t be easy, could it? Which is fine. I like a good challenge. I’ll rewrite the schedule I thought I was going to be able to stick to. AGAIN. I’ll focus on the days where I’m home alone and able to crank out the words. I’ll use my Dragon software to maximize my effort and hit crazy goals every day.

When I’m alone.

With no distractions.

And my living room doesn’t smell like sex. (TMI? Sorry.)

I’m sure tomorrow will bring a new challenge. My muse will stop talking to me or my computer will decide to update for an unusual amount of time. Something will attempt to get in the way of hitting 5k or 7k. I’ll push through and make it happen somehow. Until then, I’m going to enjoy the time I have with my husband because it rare and precious and even though I know we’ll get to do this again next week, should the good Lord allow it, it’s still new and fun and I plan to take advantage of every second we have together.

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Adventures of a Full-time author: Day 1

My goal for today was to write tons and tons of words. I was going to wake up, do a little promotion and then jump in.

I’ve been up for 4.5 hours. It’s 10 am. Guess how many words I’ve written?

About 50.

The fifty you just read.

I reached out to my full-time author friends for advice last week, knowing that my productivity would suck today. They said to find a routine that worked for me and attempt to stick with it. On the days that I go off schedule, forgive myself. Every day is going to be unique, things are going to come up that will draw my focus away from my goals, but to push forward and accomplish as much as I can.

So that’s what I’m going to try and do. Today and every day.

I spoke with my ex-boss this morning. She was getting ready for work saying how weird it’s going to be today without me there. She asked how I was feeling and the only answer I could give her was “off”.

I got up like any other day. Brewed a huge cup of coffee (followed by three more). Put the kiddo on the bus for school and then looked around the house. This is where my routine changes.

Last week, I would have jumped in the shower and started getting ready for work. Today… work was here. There was no need to shower. (FYI – I totally took a shower AND I shaved my legs. I even took my time doing it so I didn’t miss a strip per usual.) Ran to the store. Came back and cleaned the kitchen, started a load of laundry… see where I’m going with this.

I immediately launched into my day-off routine. The “let’s see how fast I can clean the house so I can squeeze in a few hours of writing” routine.

So it’s 10 am and here I sit writing my first words of the day. This is not how I planned my day to go. I did have cleaning on my schedule, but as a break from working. It was slated between am promotion time and pm writing time. It gave me a reason to get up and move around. It was a break for my mind, for my eyes.

Moral of the story… I think I like this. I think this might be my routine. This gives me 6 hours of work – promotion, writing, formatting, graphics, etc – before I call it quits for the day. I can focus on what I love to do, write until I hear the bus pull up in front of the house and then it’s family time.

This will probably change. Maybe by tomorrow or next week. All I know right now is that as “off” as I feel this morning, I also feel happy and grateful that I get to do what I love to do as a career right now.


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