It probably isn’t much of a surprise that I love books. I love to read them. I love to write them. (Okay, okay, I don’t love editing them…)
I have always loved reading. I was the kid that would go camping and spend the hot summer afternoon reading in the tent, totally engrossed. Sure I liked to do things outside, but the imaginary world was my favorite.
Being an introvert in an extroverted family was always hard. Having social anxiety on top of that made me often want to escape into a book. But I can’t even say my love of reading is just because I’m a shy, awkward person. It’s because I’m a dreamer.
I have vivid dreams. Nearly every night. My husband likes to tease that I have the strangest dreams. And I do. But I love dreaming. I try so hard to hold onto them when I’m waking up because they’re amazing. It’s were a lot of my ideas come from.
But life isn’t all books, writing, and dreams. I have responsibilities. I have a day job, 8 to 5, Monday through Friday. I have a husband who can’t cook much beyond a box of mac and cheese (even if he is the BEST dad and does all the dishes.) And I have a five-year-old son who needs my time.
I can’t read books all day because then I can’t write. I don’t get a paycheck so I can’t keep a roof over my head. My husband starves. And my five-year-old… well he’d just bug the crap out of me until I put that book down.
That same goes for everything else. I am struggling to find balance.
This isn’t unique. Everyone has the same struggle.
I have a book I need to finish edits on. Another book I need to start querying for. And then I see that there are a shit-ton of amazeballs books coming out this year. Some of them I’ve been waiting for FOR-FREAKIN’-EVER, Like Burn Bright by Patricia Briggs. (I love Charles and Anna, sigh.)
Oh and Lake Silence by Anne Bishop.
And TWO Helena Hunting books.
And a new Stage Dive Novella by Kylie Scott.
And. So. Many. Others. My Kindle pre-order list is insane. You get the point.
All these amazing books are gonna kill me.
And I love it! 🙂