Ruby looked up, feeling her face grow hot as Brayden looked down at her, his face relaxed into that same irresistible smile he’d shoot at her in the hallways at school, the one he shot at everyone, the one that made her want to hide behind lockers or stay in the girls bathroom for all of lunch.
Buoy jumped out of the truck, a blur of reddish blonde fur as he raced in my direction. I dropped to my knees as the golden retriever reached me. He jumped around, his tail wagging against all my tomatoes as he soaked up my love.
I came into this traditional publishing journey expecting rejection. But I still had hopes I was wrong.
When authors tell you that the querying process is a waiting game, they’re not joking.
The dark is all I saw through a winter that lasted for years until I finally left in the spring. And then, there was light.
I am well aware of how horrible diet culture and food restriction is. I also know how it is to feel absolutely out of control when you are steps away from a breakroom table overflowing with holiday treats, which you are trying to avoid because you can’t just eat one, you’ll eat the whole goddamn table.Â
I used to be more authentic with blogging. Back before I knew people didn’t share those things with the general public. But then the judgment came.
What if someone looked at the way I spend my life now, take a real fly-on-the-wall look at how I spend most of my time and energy? What would they say about my passions?Â
This book was almost a DNF for me. And then it made me cry. Find out why else I still gave it 3.5 stars.
I wrote this book with the full intention of experimenting with the traditional publishing process, so I expected to have to wade through the long process. But there’s a part of me that wants to scrap the whole thing and go back to self-publishing…