A Fresh Start

This past week has been a rather whirlwind tour of wonderfulness for me, greeting my long lost English boyfriend at the airport the night before receiving a phone call from my wonderful now-agent Elizabeth Joté. It's amazing how things can change in a matter of hours.

So what to do now but start a fresh blog?

Not-so-interesting info:

I started writing Hijacked in May of 2006. Back then, it was just a fledgling idea based on someone's suggestion that I write contemporary fiction instead of the bloated Victorian novel that Hijacked once was. Yes, it was a Victorian novel. Not a very bad one, but still...not a very good one.

Coming to terms with the fact that you can only write so many words from the 1800s without someone's bodice becoming ripped or, at least, becoming a little ragged, I decided that, "Hm, maybe pushing Ivy into the modern world wouldn't be such a horrible idea."

So I started over. Completely, blank-slate, started over.

I couldn't be happier with Ivy, now, and I'm glad for the pushes I've been given along the way to representation. Rejections hurt, but they're there for a reason. Imagine how badly I'd suck if I'd never gotten one word of critique or correction. Gross.

Though my publishing journey is not a new one, nor anywhere near being finished, I'm excited for the fresh starts I get every day.