What's Next?!

I hope everyone is having a beautiful day! I just wanted to take the time to let you know how much I appreciate how everyone is responding to Train’s Clash. I always try to give my fans the story they want, sometimes the characters let me, other times not so much. I never know which way a story goes until I begin writing it. I wish I could be an author that knows where a story is going to go when I begin, but unfortunately I don’t. The characters are the ones who let me know who’s in control from the beginning to the end. I live and breathe these characters’ day in and out until their story is finished. It took me over three months to write Train’s Clash, during that time I went out maybe three times. One was a doctor’s checkup (I learned the hard way, to take care of myself). Even now, Train and Killyama’s story affected me deeply (I’m still being careful not to give any spoilers away). Your reviews and emails, have all made it worthwhile. For those that didn’t like it, as always, I will try to do better. My son and daughter get mad when I say this, but they don’t understand I was raised by a mother and father who were never content. If they hadn’t wanted a different way of life for their children other than the mining town we were born into, I wouldn’t be sitting behind my computer doing the job I always dreamed of doing.

November 8, 2007 was the day I lost my mother, and I still miss her every day, and it was from her that I inherited my love of reading. She had an eighth-grade education and quit school so she could earn money to help her brothers and sisters. But, despite her lack of schooling, she was the smartest person I ever knew. She always valued education and she admired those who had achieved it, and she couldn’t. My mother died without knowing I had made all my dreams come true, but with the faith she had instilled in me, I know she knows.

I lost my Father January 22, 1987. From him I learned kindness. He worked five days a week for $30 to support all six of us, and then made sure he helped his brothers and sisters. When he died several family members and friends came forward to tell me that he had kept them from going hungry. These two remarkable people, who I was blessed to call my parents, is where Treepoint began. Each of my books have a part of my childhood between the chapters, and I will always strive to make you a part of my world.

Okay, now that I’m got the mushy stuff over with, I wanted to give an update on what I will be working on next. I went back and forth: I want to get started on a stand-alone book that I have been wanting to write for a freaking year, but Greer is being a jerk and won’t shut up. So Greer, is up next! I hope that’s what all you are wanting too, if not I’ll give him your number so Greer can fuss at you :)

I’m trying to decide which songs to put on his playlist so if you want go to my Facebook page and give me some ideas. I’m going to start the list off with Romeo by Dolly Parton. Lol. Greer thinks he’s a lady’s man, I wanted to make his dream come true. I need to be on his good side until I finish his book. But that will be a different blog that I will post in an hour or so, so please save your suggestions until then!

Love,

Jamie