The nerves I had going into sending out the ARCs (advanced reader copies) were out of this world. It’s so scary knowing that you’re asking for honest reviews of your book child from people who read as many books a year as I do, or more. 😂 Because I really respect these reviewers and I know they’re going to tell the truth, because their reputation depends on it.
So, the elation I felt when @outsidewithbooks messaged me and told me she truly loved it, was some of the best feel goods I’ve ever had.
Head to my Amazon Author Page to pre-order Moving Forward Optional for your Kindle today!!! ❤️🥳💕🥳❤️ .. The Kindle pub date is set for October 13th 2020 and you can pre-order any time between now and then! .. I’m so excited to set this baby free and I hope you all love it!! ❤️🥰📚 .. .. .. ..
When a woman loses everything she loves, moving forward doesn’t just happen, it’s a choice.
In a society that rewards ambition and ladder climbing, Emily is homeless. Her ambition is dead.
Dan’s daughter is missing. Emily ran away a year ago after he stumbled into the living room drunk for the last time. Now sober, he spends his days trying to turn that wrong around. Dan can’t stop.
David is losing his home, and his shoe store is barely hanging on, while the market is crashing. His own life is a mess, but the woman he picks up on the side of the road is a great distraction. Emily is beautiful, captivating, and worse off than himself. He takes her to dinner and then on a camping trip. He can’t get enough until he realizes her secrets may be more than he can take.
A women’s fiction about how one lives in a world that continues to turn, without the ambition to go on.
This is Emily’s story. Moving forward is optional.
I’m a person that seeks out peace. It has always been my nature. But not in the form of ignorance. I’m not religious, but I am spiritual, and as a yoga junkie I learn a lot of lessons from Buddhism.
The first Noble Truth is ‘Life is Suffering.’
In this case racially driven murder that was exonerated by our ‘justice system,’ an incident that does not stand alone in a country filled with hate crimes.
I can close my eyes and pretend these things do not exist and convince myself that relief of forgetting is peace. But that is only pretend peace until I remember, or reality is in front of my face again.
Instead I have to remind myself that true peace comes from acting honorable, in my daily life, and letting go of attachment to other people’s actions, reactions, or expectations. It is not manipulating reality to make myself feel better.
So I’ve brought this book off my shelf and placed it on my coffee table to remind myself to do what I can in my daily life, to act with honor towards the greater good, and right now that means doing the best I can at being anti-racist, and letting go of the things I cannot do or change.
Change the things I can, accept the things I can’t, recognize the difference.
May true peace find its way to each of our hearts. And may we create a more honorable country each and every day. 🇺🇸 And may we always feel united in our suffering, comfort our brothers and sisters in mourning, and rise together as one nation under love.
I’m currently reading this book, A Madness of Sunshine, and I can’t help but feel it’s really lacking in, well, madness. I don’t think that’s the author’s fault, I think it’s this current chaotic world we’re all living in.
At the moment, shortly after I wake up in the morning, I feel a bit like I’ve stepped into a world that’s spinning off its axels. Emotions are firing on all cylinders. I might have a deadly virus, I might not. We can’t walk out of our doors and feel completely safe from this invisible killer.
We’re wearing masks, gloves, and avoiding our friends. We’ve given up sports and school. Our world has gone crazy.
Now, on top of that, we’ve begun rioting and demanding a complete reorganization of our justice system in America. Police stations are quite literally being set on fire. And we’re uncomfortably aware that a percentage of our police have been killing us and filling up for profit prisons with us, without thorough burdens of proof. And there’s a racial bias.
So yeah, when I open a book that’s titled with the word “madness,” what’s inside doesn’t really stack up against reality currently. And that’s where my mind as a writer is right now.
How do we write a book that keeps a reader turning pages, hanging on to every word, when they turn on their phones and televisions to a real life world of chaos? I prefer my chaos in the pages, but let’s be honest writers, we’re going to need to step our game up if we intend to keep our readers engaged! Because life is dishing out some serious competition right about now.
We didn’t call her by her name. They labeled her by things we couldn’t attain. It wasn’t even our idea. They told us it was Beauty. Reduced her to her looks and curse. Sad little#Aurora The princess We never knew. A trope for our insecurities.#vss365
To say we were #skint that summer was an understatement. My mom was working part time at Arby’s while my brother and I were knock-kneed dirty kids that spent our time fighting over the stray cat that hung around on the apartment porch. My brother was allergic, and I was in love. He threw rocks to chase the stray away. I chased the stray to bathe her in flea covered cuddles.
Fleas didn’t bother me. I was always covered in bites and bruises. We trampled the bushes in every skinny strip of land that wasn’t paved. Danced with chiggers, ticks, and ants.
The love between a stray, black cat, and a poor kid, who was too much time for any human, is one that stays with you.
It stays with you through the drunk days of college, the bill collecting days of early adulthood, it pushes you right through to the moment you’re in your late thirties and realize things aren’t so skint anymore.
It may be that all of my dreams haven’t come true, and other people sneer at my idea of success because to them I’ve not made it. I have no legacy, no ladder, or fans cheering my name. But I have a warm home and a dog on my lap that gets fed every day, and I know where I came from. I remember being a stray. Every. Single. Day.