Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Book News!

Hello, sunshines!
I've been MIA for a while- between gallivanting halfway across the world and deadlines and day job, it's been a tad busy. But I'm kind of back now, and by kind of I mean there may be a backlog of blog posts I'll be publishing soon.

But first!

(And yes, it does deserve four exclamation points.)
I've been sitting on this for quite a while, but I didn't want to announce anything until everything was finalized- if I pick a date, I want to make sure I can stick to it. But now everything is mostly set, which means I can let you in on my super duper very exciting news.

Another book!!
*happy dances*

The official statement (because OMG I WROTE ANOTHER BOOK SQUEEEE is not really that professional and I have to pretend on occasion to be an adult):

I'm thrilled to announce that ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG, a NA contemporary, will be published March 11, 2014.

And the blurb:

The first year of college is supposed to be about parties, parties, and getting the hell out of Texas. Instead, Milcah Daniels is spending her eighteenth year in and out of Houston's hospitals. Her hair is falling out, they’ve cut off her boobs, and if she makes it to nineteen, she’ll consider it a personal miracle.

Breast cancer really has a way of messing with a girl’s social calendar.

When Milcah’s temporarily discharged from the hospital, she’s determined to get a tattoo for every medical procedure she’s had. Her quest leads her to Skin Stories, a new tattoo parlor a block from her apartment. And to it’s infuriatingly sexy artist, Callum Scott.
Callum is everything Milcah wants, and everything she shouldn’t have now. A new relationship when the official prognosis is one to five years is a terrible idea. But Callum doesn’t know about the breast cancer, and Milcah’s not running to tell him.

But when the doctor says things are actually looking positive, her entire life turns upside down. How is she supposed to start living again when she’s finally learned to accept her death?

Would you care for a snippet? 

This is the opening line of OTGDY:

I swear to God, if I see one more stupid motivational poster, I’m going to rip my face off and throw it at someone.

This book has been an incredible experience to write, and has taught me some wonderful lessons- namely, I should stop saying "I'll never ever write X" because that is exactly what is going to happen. I never thought I'd write a book like this, but then Milcah barged into my mind, obnoxious and sarcastic and entirely wonderful and wouldn't leave until I finished her story.

I am so crazy excited (and simultaneously freakin' terrified- yay emotions!) to share this book with y'all. 
There will be super exciting things like cover reveals (WHEE) and eARCs coming up soon, but for now, if your heart would so desire, you can add OTGDY to your Goodreads TBR list right HERE.

As always, thank you all so so much for everything. You are the reason I get to do this all.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Ways to Make You Hate Yourself As A Writer

Well hi there!
There are a lot of how-to blog posts floating around, and I figured that it was high time that I wrote one. What on Earth could I possibly be qualified to tell you how to do?
Hate yourself as a writer or an author!

*waves pom poms*

Let's get to it, then!

1. Always try to match the writing pace of other authors- even if they are full time writers and you only can squeeze in words an hour a day if you're lucky. OF COURSE you should be writing the same number of words a day as they are! Heck, you should probably be writing more words than they are, because you are a WRITING MACHINE.

2. Compare your writing to people who've been writing a lot longer than you have! Because obviously your writing should be on par with people who've been writing for decades! It's NOT? Hate yourself, and ask yourself why you think you can actually be a writer in the first place. Joke's on you, Faker McFaker Pants!

3. Know that everybody else's situation is exactly like yours. Everybody has the same life that you do, right? Obviously they do. I mean, everyone's the same, aren't they? So comparing your life to the life of another writer is totally just looking in the mirror. Do it, then. All the time.

4. (Or maybe 3.1) Expect everybody's life to be exactly the way they portray it on social media. Because everyone knows the internet never lies, and is totally not a way to only show certain parts of yourself. It's the internet, for God's sake. Nothing bad or remotely untrue ever happens there. And people never ever use it as a giant ego-inflating machine.

5. Check other author's rankings on all of their books. Their books have been published longer than yours? This isn't there first or second book? The genre they write is different than the genre you write? They're not publishing the same way you are? PFFT! No worries! You should definitely just spend hours looking at their numbers and then at yours and then bemoan your lame numbers/amount of reviews/positive things being said. Because if you haven't hit that list and had that person tell you how much they liked your book and etc etc etc, you are obviously a failure and should just quit right now.

6. Never ask anyone for help. You can do everything by yourself, and never need any help or moral support. That's for wimps. And then make sure to cry when you feel alone and unloved.

7. The fact that you're doing this all because you love it? Ha. You can totally just forget about all of that, because all these other things like numbers and recognition are so much more important to you now! Forgetting you write because you love it is the fastest way to hate yourself.

So there are my seven easy ways to hate yourself as a writer or author! I hope they're all useful to you. If I forgot a quick and easy way to hate yourself as a writer or author, please feel free to share it in the comments below.
If you have friends who are having trouble hating themselves too, feel free to send this link to them so they can speed up the process.

Hope y'all are having a wonderful Monday!

Friday, January 3, 2014

One Year Later.

Once upon a time there was a KK. She had recently quit her job that had been making her more miserable than she had basically ever been in her whole life and had been giving her panic attacks. Needless to say, she was kind of an emotional wreck at this point. (Pro tip: If you're in a job that is soul sucking and emotionally scarring and you're having panic attacks in the bathroom because you want to be anywhere else but there even more than you want to breathe? Leave. Just leave. It is not worth it.) And of course, after quitting a job she'd been at for a while and a whole host of other things, namely, existential crises left right and center, she decided to go spend some quality time at her grandparents, where it was quieter and in a different state and maybe that would help her figure out life.

(Pro tip number two: If you don't know what to do with your life and it's freaking you out, going somewhere else as a tactic of trying to avoid it may not really work out so well.)

I had been doing a whole bunch of other things at that point, and none of them were really working, for a whole host of reasons. I used to write when I was younger, and for some reason thought it was a good idea to stop writing. Or maybe I didn't think it was, I just stopped for a different reason. Honestly, I'm not sure. But what I do know was that I hadn't really written anything in probably around five years. I had dabbled here and there, but nothing serious.

And so for some ridiculous reason, I decided I was going to make New Year's resolutions, and one of them was finish writing a whole book. Because I had never done that before. Ever ever ever.
So, curled up in my grandparent's basement on the overstuffed rocking chair and under around eleventy million blankets, I started writing. I signed up for Twitter and I started to blog.
One year ago today.
I had absolutely no idea that my life would completely change.

If you would have asked me a year from now if I could imagine myself here, right now, I would have a book published (an actual book. that actual people read. WHAT IS LIFE?), and have a whole bunch planned to be published in the upcoming year...I don't know if I would have believed myself.

There were so many things I wanted out of this year. 2012 was not an easy year for me, and all I wanted was for 2013 to be THE year. And in a lot of ways, it was.
I wrote the words 'The End'. I wrote them more than once, much to my immense surprise. I found my people, which has made all of the difference. That more than anything else, I think. Because when you go through life and you think you're the only freak who does X, and the rest of the people you know would never even dream about doing stuff like that....it gets hard to keep going. Finding the writing community on Twitter has honestly been one of the biggest blessings of this year.

I met my absolutely INCREDIBLE CPs and betas, who I love to the ends of the Earth. I met lots and lots of other fabulous people, and helped fabulous people meet each other. I read more books this year than I have in a while. I BOUGHT more books than I have in a while (damn you, one click).
Being part of the writing community helped me get through the insanity that was 2013. Because of all of you, I was able to survive the disaster that was the next job I got, and because of you, I was able to deal with the five months of unemployment and job searching, something I don't really recommend to anyone at all.

Everything isn't perfect now. I doubt they will ever be, as life tends to not be perfect. But I can tell you that I for the first time in forever, that I'm doing what I should be doing now. That I'm where I'm supposed to be, and going where I'm supposed to be going.

So, you know what, 2013? You were a weird year. More existential crises than I wanted to deal with, and more angst and self-doubt and all other nasty emotional roller-coasters I could have done without. But I am infinitely grateful for every second of it, and have a good feeling about 2014.

And so I'm going to do things that scare me. I'm going to take more pictures. I'm going to write more words, and stop reading comments. I'm going to spend more time dancing and cuddling my students and less time worrying about things I can't change. I may actually figure out life this year.

(For those of you who are curious...)

Words written: 407,584 (not including emails or blog posts)
Books written: 5
Novellas written: 1
Books started but not yet finished: 12 (yes. really.)
SNI list: More than I know what to do with
Books published: 1 (Heart Breaths)
Time I spent on Twitter: an embarrassing amount.

To all of you reading this: Thank you so much for being a part of my life this year. I can not even begin to tell you what a difference you made. I hope your 2014 is all that you wish it will be. xo