Progress in spite of everything

Last week was rough. We had to make an unexpected trip out of state for a funeral that devoured the week. Plus, the days we were home I wasn’t exactly in the mood to create. I was tired, and sad. Still, I managed to edit another four chapters. One of those chapters, I promise you I re-edited at least four times. Specifically one section of it.

Looking at my track changes made me ask myself if I actually liked anything I’d written in that section. It was nearly solid red. But I managed to get it to where I like it (mostly.) I still have one awkward transition I need to revisit, but I’m hoping the good fairy of inspiration will hit me with an idea soon.

So despite losing four days of the week I managed to move forward and… Here’s the big one. I started querying my first novel, Bound.

It wasn’t as hard to pull the trigger as I had thought. I’d planned on waiting until after a contest I had entered was announced, but a friend from my local chapter of the Romance Writers of America asked me why the hell I was waiting. Well, it was a damn good question.

Why was I waiting? I think it was mostly mental. Having a date in my mind was something akin to starting a diet, or quitting smoking. It’s not today, so nothing’s changing or happening YET. It wasn’t so far away to be unreasonable. It was really just a way, however well reasoned, of procrastinating.

I’m done procrastinating.

So I sent out a few queries. Now comes the epic waiting, and the continued searching.

Balancing Act

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! 🙂

Doing something a little different

I’ve decided to make use of my blog in a new way. I’ve divided it into categories.

What I’m Reading, which will contain reviews of books I’ve finished. Sometimes it might just be a few sentences, hopefully more. These posts will also show what I’m reading next.

What I’m Writing, which is sort of an accountability factor for me. Basically what I’m writing and what my goals are.

Blog, which is everything else. My musings and whatnot.

I haven’t been terribly successful on keeping up with a blog, so we shall see…

PitchWars 2017 #PimpMyBio

Well hello there!

My name is Kitt. You probably haven’t seen me much on Twitter (@rose_kitt) or the PitchWars forum, as I am more of a lurker.


This is me…

In real life, I’m a little too close to forty, married for ten years to a one-legged man (not a joke) named Tony. We have an almost-five-year-old son, Lincoln. I’m a dog person, who owns a cat named Frankie.

My son loves books nearly as much as I do. Often, I will find him clutching a book to his chest like a teddy bear, long after he’s fallen asleep. My husband is wonderfully supportive and has read everything I’ve written. He’s my cheerleader. And my cat, well he warms my hand while I type.

I just changed jobs a year ago and currently work for a financial advisor as an executive assistant. In that position, I produce one 800 to 1500 word article a week for their blog, and do copy work for ads. It’s not what I’d prefer to be writing (like hot guys and romance) but it is interesting and I’ve been able to help people–like when I wrote an article about dementia and how you can protect yourself and your family.

Previously, I worked for Walgreens for fifteen years, the last two of which as the pharmacy scheduler. While this might not seem relevant, I share because it proves I’m not afraid of hard work.

That job was HARD.

I scheduled for around 70 stores, managing the schedules, vacation, payroll, and HR issues for close to 400 pharmacists in stores as far as five hours away. I like to joke that I was a babysitter, except my kids had doctorates–which arguably made them bigger pains in the ass.

Sometimes I would have to call thirty plus people to cover one shift. Beg, borrow, and bribe… Persistence is one of my middle names.  Hard work doesn’t scare me.

My book…

My book is Bound. It’s a New Adult Paranormal Romance that clocks in at 95,000 words. It has werewolves, fairies, dragons, and alien worlds. Curses, magic, and long-lost love.


Originally titled Kindred, the first draft was written in 2013, primarily while I was nursing my then infant son. It only took four weeks to end with a word count of 72,000 words.

But I knew the story wasn’t done. Immediately I dove into the second book and finished that one in six weeks. A few contemporary romances pulled me away from the story line, but when I came back months later, I decided to revise.

The rewrite was hard. I cut the first 25,000 words and retitled it Bound. Last year, I submitted Bound to PitchWars. I did not receive any requests or feedback. It didn’t discourage me; it motivated me. I sent my book out to twenty-ish friends and family to get feedback–yes, I know, biased. However, it gave me the confidence to send my baby out into the larger world. I joined a crit group.

From all that feedback, I again scrapped the beginning, aged up my main character, changed a main character’s name, killed off a minor character, and added almost 20,000 to the total word count in character development. And a little steam.

I am willing to do whatever is necessary to make this story work. It is so close to my heart, and the characters are like my children. I hear Alina in my head often. If this year I don’t get into PitchWars, I won’t give up. I will just work harder.