A new chapter has begun for this writer. My debut novel hit shelves in 2014 & I thought many more novels were in my near future. They were. I wrote them. I toiled over & championed them. They did not sell.
I parted ways with an agent. I tried to stop writing for the worst year of my life. I couldn't stop--I shouldn't have stopped. No writer should.
Then I found my way back to beautiful words & storytelling & complicated female characters & messy friendships & twisty plots & finding light in the darkness.
For a long time I've felt like publishing gave up on me, but I never gave up on myself or my writing. Even at my Dark Night of the Soul moments, I held on by my battered, bloodied & quite stylish fingernails. This summer I turned a new page. I started Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction MFA program, and I've already made friends, met mentors & REAL witches! Yeah, this is definitely where I parked my car. It just took me a long time to find my keys. Now I'm off to write about witches, murder, curses & star-crossed Sapphic lovers.
xo
B
