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Birthday thoughts

When I woke up this morning I had two thoughts:

1. I can’t believe I’m turning 37 today.

2. I’m so glad it’s not my 36th birthday.

Aging is not something I enjoy. I can honestly say that every birthday since 30 has been tough for me. For years,��I had irrationally��believed that I could cling to my twenties indefinitely and when they were cruelly ripped away I was devastated. Also, my birthday��falls��right after Christmas, two days before New Year’s, and three days before my anniversary, so it’s not an ideal time. Therefore, my birthday isn’t something I generally look forward to. But that’s not the case this year. This year I woke up excited. I sang joyously while making breakfast, to the point where my daughter actually thought I was hitting the wine bottle a little early. But I hadn’t been drinking. I was just happy…and grateful. Grateful that it isn’t last year.

You see last year I woke up feeling much different on my birthday. I was sick. I was depressed. I was hopeless.

Many of you have followed my journey over the past two years and you know all about my health issues, so I won’t rehash everything. If you aren’t familiar with it, you can read both posts about it here: What I learned in 2013 and Be Still.

Last year my birthday was dismal. I was recovering from surgery, I had contracted C Diff infection and I was still undergoing tests for the mysterious pains in the��upper right quadrant of my abdomen.

On a little side note: if you are reading this because you have C Diff infection, I want to offer you some encouragement and advice. My first tip is, stop googling it! Seriously. Reading about the infection online is so damn scary. I honestly thought the infection would kill me after reading about it on the internet. But it didn’t. I took the antibiotics along with a lot of probiotics (always be sure to take the antibiotics and probiotics at least 2 hours apart). I cut out sugar, caffeine, alcohol and all foods that feed bacteria, and for awhile even followed the Gaps diet. I ate a lot of fermented foods, drank kefir, took vitamin C and D, got plenty of rest, and once I felt well enough, I worked out. Anything to boost my immune system and strengthen my body. And I did pull through. It took only 2 months for me to kick the infection and I consider myself very fortunate. I won’t use the word “lucky” because I don’t believe in luck. I know that God pulled me through and that ultimately he healed me. But I do believe that the choices I made helped too, so that’s why I’m outlining them for you here.

After kicking the infection, I was still sick though. I knew my stomach wasn’t right, and the pain in my side was worsening. So I had more tests over the summer and was diagnosed with gastritis. I’ve been on medication for that ever since, and my body is healing more and more everyday. Some days I even feel 100% better.

When I woke up this morning I realized how blessed I am. I realized what a gift my health is. One I took for granted for 34 years. Much of the past year I have battled fear. Even on the days I feel good, I am fearful. Fearful that the infection will come back, fearful that the mysterious pain in my side really is something bad even though I’ve had every test known to man, and doctors assure me I’m fine.

But God has been so faithful to me in my challenges. He gently reminds me that I have nothing to fear. That he’s in control. That I can rest in him.

And today I feel nothing but gratitude. I have no idea what tomorrow holds, but today I am healthy.Today I feel great. I have a husband who loves me, two beautiful children, a supportive family and loving friends.

Today is worth celebrating.

Later we will go out to dinner and I will eat more than I should and indulge in my favorite red��wine. And I will be happy and carefree. I won’t think about the challenges of the past two years. I will think about how blessed I have been in the midst of it all. But mostly I will revel in the moment, savor every second and be grateful for every breath.

Cover Reveal – FOR THE GAME

For the Game (Playing for Keeps #2)

Release Date: TBD – late January/early February

Cover Designer: Kris from C & K Creations

Blurb:

London Miller is a survivor. She���s suffered through more than her share of heartache and struggles, but with Cooper in her life, she feels strong enough to overcome anything. Even with him away at college, she knows he is in her heart ��� and her life ��� for the long haul.

Cooper Montgomery is a winner. Losing has never been an option for him. Not in baseball, not in school, not in life. He���s worked hard to gain a spot on the Fallbrook Falcon���s baseball team and it should be the best time of his life. He���s living his dream and now that he has London, his life finally feels complete.

When unexpected obstacles arise, both London and Cooper are faced with new challenges that threaten to tear them apart. They’ve fought so hard to be together. Can London survive what fate throws her way? And can Cooper win when there is more at stake than just the game?

Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby…

When I was in junior high there was a band called Color Me Badd and they had a popular song called, “I Wanna Sex You Up.” I got the CD from a friend for my birthday and my parents told me I could listen to every song on the CD except that one. But that was the song I wanted to listen to. It was that song that made Color Me Badd famous. So I used to pop that CD into my discman (yes, I’m old) and listen to that song with my headphones on. When my parents would enter the room or ask what I was listening to, I would quickly switch the song. Oh, yes, I thought I was so clever. Now that I’m the mom of teenagers, I’m pretty sure they knew what was happening all along. Times may have changed, but one thing remains the same:��Sex sells. It’s everywhere – in music, movies, television. We can’t get away from it. And it seems that our children are being exposed to it at younger and younger ages every year.

Let me make one thing clear: I’m no prude. I’ve been married for sixteen years, and I have no issue with sex. In fact, sex isn’t really what this post is about. It’s more about the lines we’ve crossed, the boundaries we’ve erased, and the ways we’re hurting our society, and most of all, our children.

When I first started writing teen fiction, the genre that was big was paranormal romance. It most likely started with books like Twilight and then sort of branched out. Vampires were once big, but by the time I joined the scene it seemed like it had shifted to werewolves, fallen angels, faeries, mythical creatures. So I put out a series of christian thrillers with supernatural elements. Then I started working on a mainstream paranormal romance centering around a group of ten warriors with superpowers. By the time I released the first book, DAZZLE, I started noticing a new genre emerging. It was called New Adult. When I found out this genre was written for college-aged readers, I was ecstatic. I had been waiting for a genre like that to emerge ever since I’d written ENGRAVED.

ENGRAVED was one of those books that never seemed to fit anywhere. When I published it I had no idea how to categorize it. The main character, Amy, was in her twenties in the book, but the novel vacillates between the past and present. And in her past chapters she’s in high school. Because of this, I contemplated selling it as a young adult novel, but in the end decided against it since the issues in the book were a little too adult for YA. Still, I felt the novel would be best suited to readers between 19-26, but had no idea how to target the college-aged audience. Now it seemed I had my answer.��Excitedly, I ran out and one-clicked all over the place, filling my kindle with NA books. Then I started reading them.

And my face turned bright red, my insides churned and I felt in dire need of a shower.

Again, I’m no prude. I’ve had sex. I know how it works. Nothing in those books was new to me or shocking in any way. What was shocking��was the graphic nature in which the sex scenes were depicted. And the sheer number of sex scenes. But the thing that bothered me the most was the message portrayed in these books.

The guys were egotistical, controlling, sex-crazed jerks. And they practically demanded sex from these girls. Not only that but it seemed that’s all they wanted��from these girls. The relationship seemed fueled by sex, not emotion, not romance, not true love.��The heroes in these books��equated love to��sex.

The message was clear. Sex = love.

Sex is expected.

Sex is how you get the guy.

And I took issue with that.

I will note that some of the NA books I read were tame and only had one or two scenes.If sex is a natural progression of the relationship I can understand that. If the couple is truly in love and their love is based on emotions, and sex is used as a means of communicating that love, I’m okay with that.��Those aren’t the books I’m talking about here.

As I read these books all I could think about was that this was not the message I wanted my daughter getting.

We all know that men are visual, but women are emotional. We like to live in our imaginations. It’s all about the fantasy for us. That’s why the written word holds so much power. Is this really the message we want to give to our girls? Is this the fantasy we want to hand them?

Not me. I want my daughter to fantasize about a guy who knows her body is sacred and lovely and hers to give when she wants to. I want her to fantasize about a guy who falls in love with her heart and allows her to dictate when he can touch her body. And I want my daughter to fantasize about the good guy, not the bad boy. Because I know from experience that the bad boy will only break her heart.

Lately I’ve been hearing about an even more disturbing trend. The fantasy-rape books. When I first heard this I thought I must be mistaken. But no, it’s a real thing. And they sell well. Books about men kidnapping and torturing women are being sold as…get this…romances. This honestly sickens me.

Do you know how long and hard women��have fought against oppression? And now we’re going to write romance books about women falling for men who oppress them? ��And that’s okay?

No.

It’s not okay. It’s a crime. It’s disgusting. It’s really happening all over the world.

And it’s not romantic.

I’ve heard all the arguments about how this is all just fiction. But like I said before, words have power. Entertainment has power. For years, violent video games and violent movies have been blamed for violent crimes in real life.

Life imitates art.

Is this what we want our sons and daughters to imitate? Are we proud of what we’re creating?

I read romances because I love the rush of falling in love. I love getting swept up in the emotions and feels. I enjoy reading books about true and honest love – love that heals hearts and conquers all. That’s what romance novels should be about.

Can we get back to that?

 

 

 

 

Words can Kill

I should be working on my newest WIP (work in progress) right now, but my mind is struggling to focus. And I know why. It’s because when I dropped my daughter off at school this morning there were cops roaming the campus and a woman holding an anti- bullying poster standing at the entrance of the parking lot.

And these things broke me.

I had a major meltdown as I drove away from my daughter’s school. Not that I didn’t know the meltdown was coming. You see, last week a twelve year old boy who was a friend of my daughter’s committed suicide after enduring years of bullying. My daughter has been devastated. She can’t sleep and she can’t stop thinking about her friend. So I’ve been strong for her. I’ve done my best to answer her��questions. Questions no twelve year old should ever have to ask. And my heart has hurt for her.

But this morning my heart began to hurt for him. And now I don’t know how to make it stop. Now I know how my daughter feels. She’s talked a lot about her friend, and she’s described him as happy, fun to be around and kind to everyone. She told me a story about how last year they were in a group together and some boys were teasing another boy in the group. And this friend of my daughter’s stuck up for the boy, telling the bullies to leave him alone. My daughter said he was always like that – sticking up for others, friendly to everyone. I wonder��who was sticking up for him.

Bullying is a topic I’m all too familiar with. My decision to write for teens wasn’t one I just stumbled upon. It was a calculated move. One made because my teen years were tough. It was in my teen years that I took a dangerous path, a path that would have ultimately destroyed me if not for God’s unending grace. If not for the fact that he pursued me, loved me unconditionally and saved me time and again. It’s not anyone else’s fault��that I made the choices I did. In fact, the only person I can blame for my choices is myself. However, my self-esteem had taken a nose dive in high school. I wasn’t bullied exactly. Not the way I’m sure this boy was bullied. But I was teased starting as young as elementary school. And in high school I had girlfriends whom I trusted and cared for who dumped me with no explanation. They just stopped calling, stopped returning my calls, started ignoring me. It happened multiple times with multiple groups of people. And I was called ugly by a lot of people, sometimes behind my back but often times straight to my face. There was even a boy who told me he’d like me if I wasn’t so fat and if my nose wasn’t so big. From that day forward I hated my body and my nose. I never felt good enough or pretty enough or popular enough.

Fast forward to when my son was in fourth grade and he started being bullied. He would come home from school most days in tears. Kids were bullying him both verbally and physically and it ripped my heart out. I never wanted my child to go through what I had and yet what he was going through seemed worse.

My son has always been the most adorable boy in the world. I know I’m biased, but seriously, when he was little I couldn’t go to the grocery store without someone stopping me to tell me how cute my kid was. And they were right. He has the most amazing coloring with his brown eyes and red hair.

 

But the thing that really drew people to my son was the fact that he was an old soul. I have often called him my eighty year old son. He has always spoken like someone much older. Even as a two year old he’d have full-blown conversations with people in the grocery store as if he was an adult. He’s witty and quirky and intellectual. It’s what makes him special. But it’s also what makes him different. And different is what kids pick on. Different is what kids don’t understand. And it’s why he was being bullied so bad. Luckily we were able to fight back and the bullying stopped eventually.

But then my daughter hit third/fourth grade and she started��being bullied. People who were supposed to be her friends were calling her ugly and making fun of her clothes and hair. Her bullying I could relate to since it was more close to what I’d gone through. Still it was awful. And it didn’t make sense. My daughter is so beautiful it’s ridiculous that anyone would call her otherwise.��

 

But that’s the point, isn’t it? My daughter isn’t ugly – the other child’s behavior is. Just like I wasn’t ugly – my body was and is beautiful and so is my nose. There’s nothing wrong with how I look. There was something wrong with the boy who called me ugly. He was the one with the problem, not me.

And the kids who teased my son were wrong about him too. They just couldn’t understand his uniqueness. But it’s that uniqueness that will serve him well in life. It will be the reason he soars, the reason he reaches amazing potential.

I write for teens because I want to remind them of how precious they are. I want to give them hope. I want to give them a voice.

CUTS RUN DEEP deals with suicide and the message of acceptance and kindness is very clear. Words can hurt. Words can kill. And for what? At what cost? What is the reason for it? Age can no longer be an excuse for hurting others. Kids are killing themselves. We need to teach our children the importance of words. And it starts with how we talk to one another. As adults we need to show our children how to behave. There is no reason to talk ill of anyone or put anyone else down. We are all different. It’s what makes the world go round. Not everyone is like you, and it’s okay. Let’s learn to embrace each other’s differences, to love ALL others. Wouldn’t it be a beautiful world if we could all do this?

I certainly don’t want the alternative. It pains me to live in a world where sweet little kids are killing themselves. Where people use their words like swords to slice open another person. What is wrong with us? It’s sickening.

I’ll close with the words of a character in CUTS RUN DEEP because it is said better than I could say it:

Do you ever think about where you go when you die? I never used to. I figured that was something I could ponder when I was an eighty year old man pushing around his walker. However, I���ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

It���s weird to know you are responsible for someone���s death. I mean, I know I didn���t shove the pills down the guy���s throat, but I might as well have. My words started the chain of events that led to his suicide.

If only I could go back in time and take it back, but life doesn���t work like that. We don���t always get second chances.

It’s true. We don’t always get second chances. So think about that before you speak. Think about that when you talk to your kids. Be kind. Be loving. Be the person you want your kids to be.

Be the change we so desperately need.

I Quit: Giving up on the Self-Publishing Dream

When I wrote my first book in 2007, I had no idea what I would do with it. Mostly I just wanted to see if I could complete a novel. Once it was finished I allowed friends and family to read it and the consensus was the same – I should get it published. So I picked up a copy of the latest Writer’s Market book and started the arduous task of querying agents and publishers. I foolishly believed that they would love my manuscript as much as my friends and family did. I thought it was only a matter of time before my book was published. But after getting the first dozen or so rejection letters, my dream began to dwindle.

Fast forward 5 years and numerous manuscripts later and I had abandoned my dream of being traditionally published. I couldn’t handle the rejections anymore. Also, I had started to hear of authors like Amanda Hocking who had self-published and done well with it. ��So I started to research self-publishing. And the more I learned, the more I started to see this as a viable option.��I was ready to start my career, and I didn’t want to keep waiting around for publishers and agents to finally tell me I was good enough. I believed I was good enough. I believed that if readers could get a hold of my books that they would do well.

So on January 20, 2012, I published my first book PROWL (PROWL TRILOGY #1).

The book didn’t make any lists and it didn’t make me a millionaire, but it sold. People were reading it and reviewing it, and it felt amazing. So I published the next two books in the series in quick succession.

And sales started to gradually pick up. Nothing earth shattering, but enough to keep me going. So I continued writing. I released an adult suspense novel and then published a young adult paranormal series. At that point I was making enough money that I was able to quit my day job to write full-time. Around that time, the NA genre was picking up so I decided to try my hand at a contemporary romance. Once I started writing contemporary romance I felt that I had found my niche. Not only did my sales sky rocket to places I had only dreamed of, but I enjoyed writing them.��My sales continued to grow steadily and honestly it surprised the hell out of me. I was making more money than I ever had before.

But then about a year ago something odd happened. Sales just sort of stagnated. Then they started declining. And the decline wasn’t gradual. It was instant and it was significant.

It seemed weird that my sales would tank since I had more books out, and my fan base had grown. And I couldn’t find an obvious reason. I was still receiving great reviews, so I didn’t think it was a reflection of my work. It was baffling, and frankly kind of scary. Then I started hearing from other indies and they were in the same boat as me. It seemed we were all suffering.

Lately I’ve been hearing about indies who are suffering to the point where they have to go back to work and some are even considering quitting. And it makes me sad. I’ve read a lot of articles where experts in the business predict why��this is happening, and some of them make sense. I do think that with all the indie books priced at $0.99, readers are starting to expect that. And so when I release my book at $3.99, most readers don’t want to pay that. The problem is that I can’t afford to pay my bills if my books are all priced at $0.99. And honestly, I don’t feel like $3.99 is very much for a book that I spend months creating, writing and editing. I pay that much for a peppermint mocha that takes 2 minutes to make, and less than an hour to drink. And I don’t feel like it’s a waste of money. I thoroughly enjoy every minute of my mocha.

The point is that there are a lot of reasons why this is happening, and I could sit around and think about all these reasons and let it get me down. Sometimes I do. But the truth is that writing is in my blood. I can’t stop even if I wanted to. The millions of rejection letters didn’t stop me, and declining sales won’t stop me either. Actually, these things��tend to spark my competitive side and make me work that much harder.

I wanted to write this blog in honor of all the fabulous indie authors I’ve met in this crazy business. I want you to know that I love you, that I respect you, that I know how hard you work and how difficult this business can be. And I want you to know that I am here to support you. One of my favorite things about this business is you – my fellow indies. It’s such an amazing, supportive, encouraging community.

And I want to thank my die-hard readers. Even in the darkest times you’ve kept me going, and I can’t thank you enough. I know things will pick up, and they may even decline again. But know this – I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here on my computer plugging along. I’ll write as long as the voices in my head keep talking and as long as the readers keep reading.

How I’ve Failed at my Job

The truth is that I’m not very good at my job.

When I decided to publish my first book I had this grandiose idea that I would throw it out into the world and it would miraculously sell while I started work on the next one. You see, what I want to do is play in fictional worlds all day long. I want to crawl inside the pages of my latest manuscript and hide out there. But being an author is so much more than just writing. There are other aspects I hadn’t considered when I first took the plunge into this crazy business.

I’m a one-man show. Since I don’t have a publisher, I am in charge of every aspect of the writing and publishing process, which includes editing, revising, formatting, cover design, uploading and marketing. Lucky for me, I have a team of people who help me and they are truly invaluable – my PA, my editor, my cover designers, my beta readers – and up until a book is released things go pretty smoothly. It really is the release and beyond that I suck at. I mean, truly suck at. Can I be real with you? I’m horrible at marketing. My creativity seems to be limited to my characters and plot lines. I have absolutely no creativity when it comes to how to market and promote my work. Plus, I’m tired. As an author, I rarely sleep because my characters keep me up all night talking nonstop in my head. (Okay, I’ll move on so you don’t have me admitted to an insane asylum). And I work pretty much round the clock during the day. So by the time I sit down to brainstorm marketing ideas, my mind is blank.

Earlier this year, I discovered a band I love. They’re called The Neighbourhood, and you may have heard their song Sweater Weather before. What I found interesting about them was their unique branding. All of their videos and images are in black and white and have a very distinct feel. Their music all has a certain distinct mood and feel to it as well. Honestly I was impressed with this group of young men and how well they had branded and marketed themselves. It’s clear��from listening to their music that they are creative like me, but unlike me they had come up with a game plan long before releasing their first album.

It sort of made me want to turn back the clock and start over. Before I released my first book I hadn’t thought about who I wanted to be as a writer or what my vision was. In all honesty, I’m not sure I knew at that time. But I do now. I have spent time thinking about who I am, what makes my books unique, and what my vision for the future is. About six months ago I came up with a branding campaign and my tagline was Addicted to Love. I thought it was cute and fun. Problem is that I don’t think it really describes what I’m about. See what I mean about sucking at this part? I can’t even figure out a tagline that works for me. :)

Knowing that this isn’t my strong suit, I turned to my fans and asked them what made me different as an author. I got responses like:

In your books I’ve learned to expect the unexpected

Unexplained love

True love

Love that heals

Suspense

Twists I never saw coming

Clean reading experience

You always write good guys. Guys I want my daughter to date

And then I knew it was time to re-brand myself. All of these answers are true. My books are always clean, and the guys are always good, upstanding guys. I actually explained why this is in an earlier blog post called Bike Ride Musings. And I do always have unexpected plot twists in all of my books.

Even though I’d love to hide out with my characters and never have to deal with the business aspect of this job, I know that isn’t possible. It’s also not possible for me to turn back time and start over. So I have to change things up starting today. And today I’m launching a branding campaign. It kicks off with this blog post where I’m revealing my new logo and tagline. ��In the near future I will be revealing��a series of videos for you to get to know me better and hear from my heart. I’ve already posted the first couple earlier this week to get the ball rolling, but check back in for the rest!

Without further ado, here is my new logo:

 

Thanks for indulging me. Now I’m off to my writer’s cave. My characters are calling!

Take me out to the ballgame….

Who is ready for some baseball?

Or some romance?

How about a little of both?

FOR THE WIN, the first book in the Playing for Keeps series, released a day early! It’s available to purchase or borrow on kindle today!

Blurb:

London Miller has one best friend.

Words.

She lives in the pages of the books she reads, preferring the safety of fictional worlds over the dark and scary reality of her own life. Books aren’t her escape…they’re her salvation.

Cooper Montgomery has one true love.

Baseball.

When he’s on the mound, throwing a pitch, the darkness of his world fades away. The game is something he can control, something he can count on.

A twist of fate brings London and Cooper together, a curve ball that forces them both outside of their comfort zones. As they spend time together, a relationship begins to blossom and both of them start to believe that there just might be something bright and beautiful in their lives.

However, the game changes when your heart is on the line. You have to play with everything you have for the win.

What people are saying about FOR THE WIN:

COVER REVEAL of FOR THE WIN

 

FOR THE WIN (A ‘Playing for Keeps’ Novel)

Designer: Kris C & K Creations

Release Date: November 14, 2014

Blurb:

London Miller has one best friend.

Words.

She lives in the pages of the books she reads, preferring the safety of fictional worlds over the dark and scary reality of her own life. Books aren’t her escape…they’re her salvation.

Cooper Montgomery has one true love.

Baseball.

When he’s on the mound, throwing a pitch, the darkness of his world fades away. The game is something he can control, something he can count on.

A twist of fate brings London and Cooper together, a curve ball that forces them both outside of their comfort zones. As they spend time together, a relationship begins to blossom and both of them start to believe that there just might be something bright and beautiful in their lives.

However, the game changes when your heart is on the line. You have to play with everything you have for the win.

 

CUTS RUN DEEP released!!!

CUTS RUN DEEP is live in kindle! If you are interested in the paperback that will be available early next week!

Blurb:

Piper wakes up in the hospital with no recollection of how she got there. Only fragmented memories surface – her boyfriend Jackson on the ground covered in blood, Piper standing over him, her hands slick and red.  Then she is told the awful truth: Jackson was killed the night she was injured, and she is the only witness.

If only she could remember what happened.

Piper searches through her memories, recalling her entire relationship with Jackson in order to piece together what happened. Meanwhile, as Jackson’s family is trying to make sense of the tragedy, they find his journal and begin reading through it to find answers.

As the chilling truth begins to unfold, Piper has to face the darkest secrets of her relationship with Jackson and the part she played in his murder.

Grab your copy for only $3.99 or FREE with kindle unlimited by clicking this link.

What’s next?

Ever since I finished CUTS RUN DEEP, I’ve been brainstorming what to do next. I have a great idea for a new suspense novel, and you know how much I love writing those. The problem is that my sweet teen romances tend to sell a lot better than my suspense novels, which leads me to believe that the romances are what my readers want. Also, CUTS RUN DEEP drained me emotionally. It was an intense one for me to write, and I sort of need a breather.

One thing you probably don’t know about me is that both of my brothers are baseball players. In fact, my youngest brother plays professional baseball. He’s a pitcher for the Railcats. My other brother played all through high school and now coaches at the high school level. So, I’ve always wanted to write a baseball themed book. With that in mind, I decided to write a series of stand-alone sports romances. The first one will center around baseball and be titled FOR THE WIN.

 

Blurb:

London Miller has one best friend.

Words.

She lives in the pages of the books she reads, preferring the safety of fictional worlds over the dark and scary reality of her own life. Books aren’t her escape…they’re her salvation.

Cooper Montgomery has one true love.

Baseball.

When he’s on the mound, throwing a pitch, the darkness of his world fades away. The game is something he can control, something he can count on.

A twist of fate brings London and Cooper together, a curve ball that forces them both outside of their comfort zones. As they spend time together, a relationship begins to blossom and both of them start to believe that there just might be something bright and beautiful in their lives.

However, the game changes when your heart is on the line. You have to play with everything you have for the win.

 

After writing FOR THE WIN, I plan to write a suspense novel called THE LAST TIME I SAW HER. Here’s a little teaser for that.

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That’s what’s coming for the next few months. Of course it’s all subject to change at the leading of the voices in my head, but most likely I will stick to it.

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