Here's something I don't talk about much: I couldn't write for most of 2020.
For most of my life, I've been saying "oh, I could write more if I had the time!" Then in 2020, I suddenly had more time than I knew what to do with. Unfortunately, that time was also filled with anxiety, trauma, and an endless stream of problems that I was powerless to solve. I finally had the mythical time I've always needed, and I spent it doom-scrolling, comfort-reading, and stress-cleaning. Then my husband suggested that I try something different. Why not write by hand? Sure, it's slower than typing, but it's faster than absolutely no progress whatsoever, so why not give it a try?
Above is where I'm at 12 months later.
That is eleven legal pads, one three-subject notebook, innumerable post-its, and the latest of many pens that poured their lifeblood into these pages. AKA: the first draft of my new series, Sons of the Alpha, a wolf shifter romance set in Black Rock, Montana, a fictional town in the shadow of the Lewis Range. The series features fated mates, lucid dreams, and some very special jewelry. The first book should be out in March, and I'll be sharing the prequel novella with you starting in a few weeks!