Sunday, June 19, 2016

I Sure Hope 1988 Was A Good Year For Romance…

A couple of days ago, Stacey and I were in BookOff, a magical used bookstore full of wonder and one dollar books. (Am I there far too often? Yes. Yes I am. But not really the point.) Like many used bookstores, BookOff primarily gets it’s stock from people selling their books to the store, which results in a fast changing inventory and a slew of interesting books tucked onto shelves. It’s not hard to walk in there and walk out having bought an entire series of books for only a few dollars. Long story short, I’m really, really fond of it.

So there I was, chatting with Stacey and scanning the romance books on the dollar shelf, when I noticed something interesting. The usual selection of books in the romance dollar section are a mix of contemporary and historical with paranormal and suspense mixed in, all mostly published in the past five to ten years. There are always a couple of Presents and some inspirational stuff too, but not that many at all.

But on Tuesday, the romance section looked different.
Namely, the row of fifteen Harlequin books, all published in 1988.
Each with a cheesy old school name and even more cheesy old school blurb on the back.
Fifteen of them.
A dollar each.
How could I possibly NOT promptly sweep them all off the shelf and into my basket for purchasing?



And with great purchasing comes great responsibility, if by responsibility I mean great amounts of tweeting.
Because I can’t not, y’all.

And so, starting next week, I’m going to start reading my collection of Harlequins and probably livetweeting while I do. There will definitely be recaps up on the blog.

Not only will I be reading them for entertainment’s sake, but also to see what’s changed in romance in *does math* twenty eight years, and what hasn’t. What tropes were big then, what themes were explored, and how they were.
Also, probably much giggling about shoulder pads because the eighties.

If you’d like to read along, I’ll be posting the name of the next book at the end of each review, and any possible links I find.

The first book I’ll be reading I’ll announce on Twitter a few days before I start reading- which means if you aren’t following me on Twitter, now’s a good time to do so.

Now, I’m off to tease my hair in preparation for #KKReadsThe80s. But I draw the line at shoulder pads.


Friday, April 1, 2016

A Rambling Update

Well, it's been at least two hot minutes since I blogged last. Maybe three.
Okay, possibly closer to five or six hot minutes.

Also, remember how a couple of months ago I blogged and said I was going to be on top of social media and my newsletter?
*looks at neglected social media and a newsletter that has approximately eighty thousand pounds of dust on top of it*
About that...


Well, here we are, again.
Attempt number sixty nine thousand to get things back together.

Maybe this one will work?


The weather here has been playing peekaboo with spring. Some days it's sixties and sunny, and other days it's high thirties and maybegonnasnow. And even though we had a seventy degree Christmas, I am DONE with winter. So done. But my boots and coats aren't packed away yet because WHAT IF THE WEATHER DUDE IS RIGHT THIS TIME AND IT ACTUALLY IS GONNA SNOW? WHAT IF?
So we waffle between flip flops to run errands and fuzzy boots and knit hats.
Makes for confusing times, I will tell you.

I have a rescue fish. If you follow me on Twitter, you'll know about Bob.
He's a betta fish, and I did not know fish could have personalities.
KK, but what about your previous family pet fish?
Yeah, we all thought he was the exception.
But maybe not? 
Or maybe Bob is the other exception.
Bob is an asshole. 
He likes to give me heart attacks for funsies by pinging gravel on the side of his fish tank. He'll ping extra gravel when he does not approve of my life choices, specifically coming home later than I usually do.
Apparently my fish is trying to give me a curfew.
But, other than annoying me, staring at me when I confront his pebble pinging, and swimming angrily after I change the water in his fish tank, he seems happy. So says Google.

The last book published was in December, and that was a novella in a Chanukah anthology (which you should totes pick up if you haven't yet!). The book before that was BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL, and that was almost a full year ago.
Yes, I *have* been writing since then.
Sometimes things just take...well, a lot more time than you think they're going to take.
Exhibit A, Current Book.
Which took nine months to write the first draft, and is now being edited.
You probably won't be seeing that one out for quite a while, because I am finally going to get myself together and query.
But co-creating the #MSWL (or!!) with Jessica has really taken the terror out of querying. I'll probably be blogging about querying and stuff over on the MSWL
website, so you should go visit. And if you're a querying writer, you DEFINITELY should go visit. It is a wonderful, magical place.

I've been trying to figure out what comes next.
(What comes next? You've been freed. Do you know how hard it is to lead? You're on your own- awesome. Wow. Do you have a clue what happens now??... Sorry. I have spent the better part of the past LOT of months listening to the Hamilton soundtrack. And yes, I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS, THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS. #noshame)
Okay, besides listening to more Hamilton.
Book wise.
I had an idea a couple months back, and it's been tickling since.
I'm not sure exactly how it would work, though, so it may need a little more time to percolate before I start.

I've started using Dragon, which is a dictation software.
I'm not used to it yet, considering that I've been mostly editing. Dragon is great for first drafts or having to add in new scenes while editing, but is not worth the headache of editing. 
So, whatever book comes next will be dictated, which means it'll need to be hella plotted out before I start. 
I am not really a plotter at all.
So this should be interesting.

RT is coming up, and once again, I won't be going :( (ONE DAY, PEOPLE. ONE DAY. Alas, that one day will not be this year.)
Which means #NotAtRT will be back in full swing!
This year's hashtag is #NotAtRT16 (obvs), so feel free to use it on whatever social media site you frequent.

It's April 1st today. Which means I have a planner to update (yay bullet journaling!) and Passover is coming and technically I think I decided I was gonna do Camp NaNo this month. Time to pull out the bleach and the index cards.  

Happy weekend, all!

(PS: yes, the blog is under construction. Like every damn train in NYC, it'll be under construction until it's fixed, and nobody knows when that will be. Unlike every train in NYC, hopefully it'll be soon. xo)

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Happy Valentine's Day from the Twelve Beats Girls! (BLOG HOP)

Happy early Valentine's Day!

Oh, Valentine's Day. A day where everyone does elaborate things for those they love or passively aggressively discusses their hate for Valentine's Day.

I celebrate Valentine's Day by amusing myself watching people scramble to figure something to do for their significant other the morning of, and buying Valentine's Day chocolates on February 15th, because nothing says love like pink, red, and white M&Ms.

When Tamsen and Rebecca approached me about being part of a blog hop celebrating Valentine's Day, I was super excited, mostly because I get to write more Hayley & Nate and Olivia & Thierry. (In related news, I miss the Beats girls SO MUCH. *sob*)

And so, as a Valentine's Day gift from me to you, (and because I cannot send all of you chocolate on the 15th) here's a little Twelve Beats Valentine's Day.

(NOTE: said little Valentine's Day gift takes place a year after THIS MUCH SPACE)

If you ever wondered what it would look like if cupid threw up all over somewhere, the bakery is a good example, I think as I stretch the kinks out of my neck. This much homework and no patience to do it means I'm in the bakery, where Megan can glare at me from across the counter if she caught me procrastinating. And someone who wasn't me had made my coffee. And I get to watch Megan snipe at Ian, which continues to be one of my favorite things to do.


"I'm working, I swear," I protest. 

"I'm going to text Thierry and tell him he's not allowed to come here if you don't get some work done," Megan says.

"Well, that's harsh," Hayley says, carrying out a tray of eclairs. "You, standing in the way of true love?"

"Megan would never," I say, heavy with sarcasm.

"Is Megan like the Grinch of Valentine's Day?" Nate asks.

And yes. Nate is here. He surprised Hayley, and is here for the weekend. He's just as wonderful and charming as she's described him, and when he looks at her it hurts, it's so beautiful. 

"Nathaniel, you're lucky Hayley loves you," Megan says.

He grins, and Hayley dashes over, drops a kiss on his lips, and tries to dash back to the kitchen. Nate's got reflexes for days, and manages to catch her before she can escape. He kisses her noisily. "You taste like chocolate," he says, grinning at her.

"Of course I do," Hayley says, wriggling out of his arms. She dashes back toward the kitchen, letting in the sound of Regina singing about Summer Lovin', rather loudly. Ever since they announced the live version of Grease aired, she's sang nothing but Grease, which was okay for the first week or so, and now it's just ridiculous. 

"I used to think I liked Grease," Ian muses. "But if I have to hear about anyone being lousy with virginity again I may have to do something rather unladylike."

Megan flips him off, and mutters about 'being ladylike' can fuck off, which makes me laugh until I snort.

The other upside about doing homework in the bakery is that instead of procrastinating by doing random crap, I get to watch Megan and Ian flirt. Well, their version of flirting, though they both deny that it's flirting.

"You're not doing any homework, Olivia," says Ian, peering onto my screen. "I mean, unless Etsy is considered homework?"

"Snitch," I hiss, clicking out of Etsy and reopening my homework. Ian grins, especially when Megan reminds me that she'll call Thierry. Her threats don't really pan out, especially since said handsome boyfriend of mine walks into the bakery.

He drops into the seat next to mine and rests his head on my shoulder. "Hi, handsome," I say, running a hand through his hair. "How was your afternoon?"

He sighs. "Long. But better now."

"Sap," I say, laughing a little. Therapy takes a lot out of Thierry, and, as always, some days are better than others. "FYI, Megan tried to blackmail me into doing homework by saying she'd ban you from seeing me."

Thierry laughs. "Has that threat ever worked?"

I think back. "Not so much, no."

"I'll just up my game," calls Megan from behind the counter.

"I'd like to see you try," I say.

"Don't tempt the beast," Ian says, and ducks when Megan throws an empty coffee cup at him.

I shove my laptop back into my bag, and stand up to stretch the kinks out of my back. It's a surprisingly warm evening, and considering the amount of snow we've had, I'm enjoying every second of it. "Just wanna drop this off in my room first," I say, swinging it over my shoulder.

"Sounds good," Thierry says, and follows me out the door after saying goodbyes. 

We walk back to campus because when the weather's this gorgeous, you kinda have to. We're almost by campus when we pass the tree. Thierry turns to me. "Remember this tree?"

"Very much so," I say. I shamelessly flutter my eyelashes, because it makes both of us laugh. "Wanna do a reenactment?"

"With or without the Civil War era guns?" he asks.

"Okay, that kiss definitely blew my head off my shoulders, but I don't remember any Civil War era weapons," I muse. "Unless that's some sort of euphemism. Like, is that just a Civil War era gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"

"I'm never going to be able to look my American Lit professor in the face ever again," Thierry groans, which only makes me laugh. "I'm just going to spend all of his classes thinking of innuendos based on historical facts."

"Oh no."

"Your text messages are going to be X-rated," Thierry says, slowly pushing me against the tree. "But they're gonna be educational and X-rated."

"You can send me dirty texts about 1800's America, but just know that I may not actually find them sexy," I say as he starts nipping at my ear. 

"You wanna bet?" he whispers into my ear.

"Maybe?" I can't think straight when he does that with his fingers. "You play dirty, Thierry Acosta."

"Of course I do," he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead. "How else would we have gotten here without me playing dirty?"

"Well, I walked, I don't know how that involves you playing dirty," I say between kisses.

"Smart ass," he says, and kisses me. 

A lot has changed since that first kiss against this tree, but kissing Thierry is just as magical now as it was then. If anything, there's more magic now. There's more love in it, there's more of us in it.

Thierry pulls away a little and looks down at me. "What happened?" he asks, brushing a tear off my cheek. 

"I'm happy," I say, burying my head into the crook of his neck. "And sentimental today."

His arms tighten around me. "I love you, Olivia."

"You better," I joke. "Because I love you, too."

We stand there like that, reveling in memories of the past year, marveling how far we've come as individuals, and how far we've come as a couple. Thierry still has his good days and bad days, and sometimes the bad days get pretty bad. But we still draw butterflies, and still cocoon if we need to. 

Life isn't perfect, but it's never going to be. Life doesn't work like that.

But recently, life has proven itself to be a pretty wonderful place to be. 



"If hypothetically someone arranged a romantic something for this evening as an early Valentine's Day celebratory type of thing, because I know you have a Beats thing on actual Valentine's Day, how much time would you need to get ready for it?" 

And this is one of the many reasons I adore Thierry. He knows that I like to be dressed appropriately for wherever we're going, and so his version of surprise outings is him telling me in advance. Maybe not specifically where we're going, but what kind of place it is. Always. Even if we're going to the grocery store.

"You little sneak," I say, drilling a finger into his chest. He grins. "What sort of romantic something would it be?"

"A surprise type," he says. 


"A sort that involves driving to a certain favorite eating establishment? And sitting on the second floor of said eating establishment?"

Every time I think he can't do something more thoughtful and wonderful, he does. "I love you, you wonderful sap."

"I love you too," he says. "And, just by the way, it's not a Civil War era gun in my pants."


Curious who Thierry and Olivia are, and what happened at the tree? Make sure to check out THIS MUCH SPACE, book two of the Twelve Beats In A Bar series. 

Olivia is Anna Wintour’s worst nightmare, and she doesn’t give a shit. She’s wanted to go into fashion design her whole life, and nothing is going to stop her fabulous plus sized self. Not even her boss from hell, or the fact that she’s the fat Cinderella of the most exclusive lingerie store in Bushwick, Ohio. She’s sworn off dating, because she is focused, dammit, and will not get distracted by anyone in college. She has shit to do and places to go, be it on her own with the clothing she makes, or with the girls in Twelve Beats In A Bar, the all-female a cappella group she’s part of. 

Why do group projects always have to ruin everything? 

Thierry Acosta has it all. Shortstop on Bushwick University’s baseball team, amazing grades in college, everything he could want. When he gets paired with Olivia for a group project, things are only getting better. And then his dad loses his job, and Thierry’s life falls apart. He can’t manage to get himself to practice, to class… anywhere. He’s got the scars on his wrists to prove that this has happened before, but he thought he was better. He thought he could deal with something like this. The cuts on his thighs say otherwise. 

Before they know it, Olivia and Thierry's relationship has gone from casual project partners to not-so-casual more-than-friends. But when things take a turn for the worse, can they face the growing reality of a relationship that's become much more serious than either of them expected- or wanted?


And just when I thought Thierry and Olivia couldn't get any more adorable, they do. The next stop on the hop is the everly wonderful Rebecca Paula (see what I did there? See?)! Be sure to comment on each story to be eligible for the massive giveaway at the end. 

Thanks for joining us for #ValentinesRewind! ♥

Happy Happy Thursday! 


Sunday, November 22, 2015

Two Years Later, And Definitions of Success

(This is a post brought to you by a girl who should be working on her NaNo WIP but can't focus.)
The two year anniversary for the publication of HEART BREATHS was earlier this month, and for various and sundry reasons, I didn't end up posting anything.
For some reason, this morning, I decided to pick up my paper copy and read.I haven't read it since it was published, and it was, to be very honest, a bizarre experience.
I mean, I know I wrote it. I remember writing it. I remember the revising, revising, revising, reading it over and over and over until the words blurred together and the story didn't mean anything to me anymore.
By the time I published it, I was a little sick of it. I mean, I loved the characters and the story, but I was so ready to talk about literally anything else. Even though I hadn't necessarily talked about it with other people, I had spent so much time in my own head with the story that I was just done with it. 
I think that might be why promoting is always difficult for me- I'm so tired of thinking about the book by the time it's finished.Two years has definitely given me space and objectivity.

So. Here are my thoughts about HEART BREATHS, as someone who has finally found objectivity.
I...liked it?
It's so weird to say.
But I liked it.
I ship me some Maddie & Gabe, in all their complicated and emotional baggage, and watching them fall for each other, and learn to trust each other made my heart happy. I loved me some Noie, and some Grandma Ev. I adored Sam, ME, Hannah, and Mrs. Mendez. All the song references made me smile, because they're songs I love.The end made me a little teary eyed.
And then I read the acknowledgements, and realized how much has changed, and how little has changed.
I started writing as a kid to have stories that I wanted to read but I couldn't find.I kept writing as an adult to have stories that I wanted to read but I couldn't find.
The past two years, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the concept of success, and what exactly it should mean to me in the context of writing and as an author. I have spent way too much time worrying about things that I shouldn't have worried about. Things that weren't in my control, things that had absolutely nothing to do with me, things that didn't matter, no matter how much I was convinced they were.
It's hard to go into something like writing without having a concrete definition of what success means, especially when everyone else's definition would be different than mine.
I tried to adopt other people's definitions for myself, and they never worked. The only thing that happened was I disappointed myself. I hadn't sold x number of books. I hadn't hit any lists. I hadn't ever done an in person signing. I hadn't, I didn't, I'd never...
The only thing that I did was hurt myself. Berate myself for not being the success I wanted to be. 
Even though success should not have been the same for me as it was for someone else. Our lives weren't the same. Our responsibilities weren't the same. Our faiths weren't the same. 
I had no right to take anyone else's definition of success without living the life they did.
And so, by default of not living the life of someone else, I let myself down when I did not reach their expectations.
Rereading HEART BREATHS today made me realize that my definition of success is the same thing it's been since I was five, when I wrote an essay about my blanket. 
It's the same thing it's been since I was eight and writing stories about boarding schools and tree houses.
It's the same thing it's been since I was thirteen, writing about road trips and friendships and solving ridiculous crimes.
It's the same thing it's been since I was twenty one, and had finally started writing again after too many years of not writing, when I wrote about teenagers and college students and people falling in and out of love and figuring out who they were and who they weren't.
It's still the same, now, with six stories published, and a seventh one coming next month.
I just forgot.
I write stories that I want to read and I can't find.
I write stories to make myself happy.
I write stories to work through things that have happened to me with a little more objectivity than I'm capable of for my own life.
I write stories to understand myself, to understand the world, to understand who I am, who I was, and who I want to be.
Having other people read stories I wrote and love them like I did, back when they were just ideas I couldn’t stop thinking about is great. Having someone tell you your book made them cry, made them feel, made them think, is amazing.
But my definition of success should be something that I am in control of. I don’t want to rely on other people for my version of success. I want success to be something that I can do on my own. 
It's very hard to see yourself or your work objectively, as you sit in the middle of your life and the middle of your work in progress, and it is very hard to give yourself credit for something you do not think you've done well.
Two years after pressing publish on my first book, two years of a little too much stress about who I should be or what I should be, things slid into place.
My definition of my own success has always been being able to read a story that I wrote, knowing that it's something I want to read, and something I created. 
Two years after publishing my first book, I have realized something supremely cool.
I'm a success.

(Reference point: this book)

Monday, August 31, 2015

Get It Together, Girl!

It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

When Lexi emailed me about joining the blog hop, I was ALL IN. Mostly because I love when people blog about their planners and productivity and all the things.

I am a shameless yenta.

While this blog post could be about approximately eighty seven bazillion different things, I decided to concentrate on my one true love: list making.

Am I one of those people who writes things down on her to do list just so I can cross it off?

Obviously. Come on, y'all. What did you think?

I work a 40 hour work week, I'm in graduate school, and  I write. It's a lot to juggle, and it means I need to be super organized about all the things. Especially deadlines.

To keep track of what I have to do, I use the following:
-my paper planner (Erin Condren)
-Google Calendar (all of Google Drive, really)
-Sticky Notes (an app on my laptop)
-approximately all of the Post-Its

(For pictures, check my Instagram.)

All hail the planner. I use both the month-at-a-glance as well as the weekly.
I use the sticker method, which I learned about from Victoria Schwab. And as a teacher, I appreciate and understand the magic of stickers. I use little labeling circle stickers- nothing fancy.
One sticker is equal to 1000 words written (if pink, yellow, or orange), or a half an hour of exercise (if green). I chose 1000 words as a sticker marker, because I do 1000 word sprints, and it's easiest to count this way. I keep track of the precise amount of words by that day in the weekly part of the calendar. The stickers make for a great overview and approximation of how many words I wrote a day.

The stickers I use on the planner can all be moved around, which makes for a cleaner planner. It also means I actually use the stickers.

I use little post its on the weekly pages. I'll break up my lesson plan into activities and books that I'll use, and post it them all on the day I'll be using them. If I decided to switch things around, it's painless and clean.

I also use post its to meal plan, because if I don't meal plan, I will inevitably forget to make lunch and that never ends well.

Most deadlines that I put in my paper planner, I'll put on Google Calendar, too. And set all of the alarms for everything. Work, school, and writing are all color coded, as are subtopics in the three. Cover reveal will be a different color than Deadline will be, but they'll be in the same color family.
I have access to my Google calendar on my phone, so I can add things in as soon as I know about them. It also means that I'll get notifications not only via email, but on my phone, as well.

Sticky Notes is a magical app that came with my laptop. It's basically virtual Post-Its, which are just excellent.
I have four main Sticky Notes on my desktop: one for writing, one for work, one for school, and one for miscellaneous things. Those four main Sticky Notes I use as a never ending to do list. I'll write down all the things I need to do (and break them down into manageable tasks), and when I'm finished with a task, I'll change the task to italics. Every few days, I'll go through the list and delete all the things I've finished.

I have Post-Its everywhere. On my planner, in my notebook, on my walls, on my laptop....anywhere where you can have a Post-It, I probably have one. I'll write down short term to do lists on lined Post Its, and stick them where I know I'll be seeing it. Sometimes that's in my planner, sometimes it's just on the screen of my laptop, so I can't avoid it. As I mentioned before, I use little post its to write down different activities or deadlines and shift them around if necessary. I flag pages in my notebook with little post its if I know I'm going to be needing something specific that I've written down, and use them in textbooks to keep my place on the page.

There's plenty more in the 'How Does KK Attempt To Keep Her Life Mostly Together' blog post, but this seems enough for today. If you want me to blog about any other part of HDKKATKHLMT, let me know, and I will.

(Or I'll post pictures on Instagram. Because YAY Instagram!)

Make sure to check out everyone else's posts over the next few days, and make sure to enter the giveaway!

Have a wonderful Monday!


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Monday, June 22, 2015

I'm Not Even Sorry.

This post has been a long time coming.
*collapses in a heap*


Eighty seven billion dollars.
One dead New York business mogul.
No heirs.
No wives.
No relatives.

Eighty seven billion dollars.
Not hers yet.
He doesn’t deserve them.
He doesn’t know what to do with them.
She does.
She always has.

Eighty seven billion dollars.
He’s overwhelmed.
She’s prepared.
That will should have had her name.
Not his.

Eighty seven billion dollars.
His looks are a bonus.
Her looks are her weapon.
He’s fighting a losing battle against his heart.
He doesn’t know it yet.

Eighty seven billion dollars.
She gets everything she wants.
He’s what she wants.
Love has nothing to do with it.
To get to where you’re going, sometimes you need to step on a few people to get there.
Good thing her heels are sharp.


*tosses confetti* *pops open the champagne* *makes a general nuisance*

If you've read any of my books or have hung out with me on Twitter or Facebook or anywhere, you know that this book is a bit of a departure from the 'usual' KK books. Which has made for quite an interesting writing experience.

And while this book was probably the hardest book for me to write, it has been the most fulfilling, because thinking you can totally switch your writing style and plot is one thing, but actually doing it? It's pretty cool.

And yes, sometimes my brain is this twisted.

So I'm sending off my little nightmare dressed like a daydream, flinging it up and hoping it will fly.

Some Things To Know About BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL: 
1. This is a short book- around 50,000 words.
2. It is best if you go in blind. It makes the story better. If you review BLF, I ask for you please not to spoil much, as it would take away the pleasure from other readers.


Don't trust anyone.
Don't trust anything.
Don't assume anything.
Don't hope too hard.
You may be disappointed.
Good luck reading.

Don't ask me to apologize for any of it.
I won't mean it.

(Please let me know what you think! You loved it? Awesome. You hated it? Fabulous. I'd love to hear from y'all!)

Have a lovely Monday!
Much love,

Thursday, April 23, 2015

That Time I Decided To Do Something Fun (And Also, Coincidentally, Book NEWS!)


First of all, Beautiful Little Fool comes out in 26 days.
I'm totally not freaking out.
(I lied. I am.)

Second of all, it is spring, and that alone should be cause for celebration and happiness and general merrymaking.

Today I get to tell you one of the many, many, manyyyyyy things I have hiding up my sleeve.
*bounces around*

It's not like I didn't have enough books to be writing or anything. But I have been toying with the idea of writing a serial and releasing it through my newsletter exclusively. Because fun times, yes? Fluff, yes? Ridiculousness and awkwardness, yes?

And then recently, the idea crash landed into my brain and has not left.
I am slightly in love.
Only a little bit. :)
One guy.
One girl.
Two exes.
One crazy plan.

Meet Coco, the secret (figurative) love child of Albert Einstein and Marilyn Monroe. Her ex-boyfriend dumped her and is now banging her next door neighbor.

Meet Boston, the secret (also figurative) love child of Captain America and William Shakespeare. His ex-girlfriend has dumped him and is now banging some geeky science nerd.

Two drinks too many.
One crazy plan to either win back their exes, or doing the world's greatest job of forgetting said exes ever existed.

This is either the smartest idea, or the dumbest.
118 Ways To Get Over You will be available only by subscribing to the newsletter, and episodes will be sent out every Wednesday afternoon, starting MAY 27th. 

You can sign up for it right here!

I'll be updating y'all on that when it's closer to May 27th. :)
Each installment will be around 1000-3000 words. Here's the thing. I know what happens in the story. I know where the story goes.
But my characters have a terrible habit of ignoring me.
So who knows what's going to happen?
Not me...
So if you're into things like sass and ridiculous shenanigans and a science geek and an English nerd and also a bunch of other fabulous people, make sure you're signed up to my newsletter. :)
And if you know anyone who would appreciate any of those things, let them know about it!
*bounces everywhere*

Hope you're having a fabulous day!