The HEA Cafe

but suddenly I find myself the mother of a 12-year old.  Yup, 12 years ago this very minute, I was riding shot-gun while my DH tried to get me into Vancouver before the baby made his appearance.  It’s a long story, filled with prolapsed cords, highway construction and a weeklong stay in the hospital, but it got me to thinking about the old cliche.

And holy cow has it been a busy 12 years.  We’ve moved 4 times, met the most amazing people, lost one grandparent, one dog and countless rats/gerbils/hamsters.  We’ve learned how to juggle hockey, soccer, swimming, piano, taekwondo and baseball while dragging a laptop around so I could finish just one more scene.

12 years ago, the idea of being a published author was still a mere pipe dream; heck, I didn’t even know what POV was back then!  And yes, okay, sometimes I still struggle with that! LOL 12 years ago, all I had were a few ratty old notebooks with REALLY bad poetry scribbled in them.  12 years ago, I’d never heard of RWA, Linda Lael Miller or Julie Garwood.

12 years ago a galley was a kitchen, an ARC was a large wooden boat, and the word synopsis had never crossed my lips.  Now I talk about these things in every day conversation and while most of my face-to-face friends have no idea what I’m talking about, I know you all do.

It’s been a wild 12 years and all I can do is hope the next 12 are just as wild.  Happy birthday, Thomas!!   

Oh, and before I go, I need to plug my new book, THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER, which will hit shelves on April 1st!  Yay!!!