As I dive into the next round of edits for Book 3, the Summer Season, I need your help. Along with the new book is a whole new way of doing business for Sex, Life, & Hannah. I am no longer going to be wearing ten different hats. Mostly because I’ve learned a lot over the last six years about book publishing; what works and what doesn’t work, but also because I want to be able to focus on writing and getting the word out about the books, instead of printers, distribution, and shipping.
The launch of the third book in the SLH series is actually going to be the re-launch of the first two books as well through Amazon’s CreateSpace. This is going to make Sex, Life, & Hannah available globally, in print and digital format, and ease many of my day-to-day administrative woes.
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OMG. Where do I even begin? Thank god my relationship is way more honest, thank god we never had a wedding, thank god my husband inspires me to follow my heart…thank god I still have a life.
Thank god I am not this girl, even though I have had moments of being this girl, and I completely blame society, family, and media for this, because we are never taught to just enjoy relationships for what they are, which could be a hot two-month affair, or a baby-daddy arrangement, or twenty years of friendship. We’re only taught how to evaluate whether they’re ripe for marriage or not, and if not, to move on, because god help us if we get stuck in a relationship without the potential of reaching that one goal we should all be aiming for, because it’s the only achievement that is ever going to make us really…happy.
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It’s been a challenging week. Everything from the blow up over the offer on the house, to the continued drama over my sister’s behavior and lifestyle, to the critical assessments over why me and hubbie aren’t further ahead, to my parent’s status quo bickering over everything. I just want to scream: Why can’t we all just ever get along?!?!?
But I’m not going to. I’ve done enough screaming already. Instead I’m going to do what I always do, pick up the pieces and move on. See the good instead of the bad, glass half full not empty kind of thing, and love my family, even though they can be extremely challenging at times.
Unconditional love is a bitch sometimes. Merry Christmas.
