Friday, December 27, 2019

The post explaining why I’m not here much.

Merry Christmas, everyone! On this day last year I decided that submitting proposals, and basically writing (finishing a book), was something that I needed to give over to God. It was a hard choice to stop, but within the same years my books were published by Whitaker House, I had two little boys. Two little babies I had prayed years for, but they hadn’t come. Until I started to focus on writing my books. But last year I came to a place where I needed to choose—my author life or my mom life. My family was suffering, and I felt like my dream of being a stay-at-home-homeschooling-mom was at odds with my dream of being a published author continually producing more and more books. 

Mostly because I have ADD, and I cannot do both. 

And here is why: I had taken medication for this from the time I was 17 until I got married and wanted to start trying for kids. I’ve always LOOVED writing for school and always wanted to someday write a novel, but when I started taking the medication, it completely cut off all my creativity. I got drastically better grades, and I then graduated from Taylor University, but I didn’t write. I didn’t even think about writing. When I got married a few years later, I’d been taking the medication for ten years. And at that point I stopped taking it, hoping to get pregnant. After years of not getting pregnant, my husband told me to stay home and write the book I’d always wanted to write. So I wrote The Hesitant Heiress, The Bound Heart and some of The Captive Imposter pre-pregnancy/babies... and then they were contracted and the babies came... and the chaos began. 

I didn’t want to take the ADD meds because I still wanted to write... and I did. I wrote The Cautious Maiden while pregnant with son #2 and then Enchanting Nicholette when they were 3 and 1. But being an ADD mom of little boys and not taking the meds... was driving everyone insane. Everyone. And it wasn’t pretty. So I had to make a choice, and it was something God had been trying to get through to me for months by the time I finally gave in. I just had to be okay with not writing books for a while. These little boys needed to have all of their mom, and that meant no deadlines or proposals or finishing of manuscripts. It meant I needed to take the medication that would cut my creativity drastically. It meant that I needed to put my family first, and not my desire to create story. 

Even a year later it’s a hard choice. Because writing story is my thing. My favorite ME thing. But I know these little days, even as crazy as they are even while taking ADD medication, are fleeting. And I want to soak them up, to enjoy every single day—and not be too distracted and tired from trying to focus so hard on my made up people. I have my real little boys, and they are so much more important. 

So... I’m sorry I’m not here very much, and that I won’t have anything new for you to enjoy for years to come. I think about how much I’m not here all the time. But I will write books again, don’t worry. I write sporadically, but at the rate I’m going my current WIP is going to take YEARS to finish. Just please sit tight, and try not to forget about me? When these boys grow up and decide they don’t need so much of me (heartbreak!), I will again have the time to throw myself into creating story. And until then, I suppose I will be perfecting the task of writing while taking these meds I need to live a sane life. If I could just lock myself in a room for days on end on a regular basis (to write, of course!), that would be great and I wouldn’t need them... but I do have to deal with people and manage a successful household... so I’m just going to have to learn what the best way to do this is when the time comes. I appreciate your prayers! Because I’ll need them so much!

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

An Author’s review of A Modest Independence by Mimi Matthews

The first book I read by up-and-coming author Mimi Matthews was The Matrimonial Agreement... which I bought upon a recommendation and then absolutely loved... but never did review here. Because I have a five year old and a three year old who basically run circles around me. It’s not that I’m not reading (and writing), but there just isn’t much time to do much else concerning books. Ever. 

Did I mention I’m now just getting into homeschooling too? Yeah, my brain is pretty much on another planet right now. 

So... I loooved TMA and immediately hopped on Netgalley and requested the soon to release next in the series, A Modest Independence to review. 

And then I didn’t review it. Because I didn’t know what to say. 

Somehow, between two directly correlated books, I found myself loving one... and being kinda disappointed in the other. 

I can say the writing is well-done, I just didn’t especially like the heroine or the hero. And the setting was everywhere between England and India.... traveling. Same people, same sort of scenes, similar conversations throughout. I never had the “I can’t wait to get into the book again!” feeling like I did reading The Matrimonial Advertisement... but then the ending. 

The ending actually made up for everything. Although it was somewhat predictable, it had tears streaming down my face at the sweetness of it all. So I can’t say it was a bad book, though I was never very excited about it—because the ending was so good! And I was so conflicted about how to “score” this strange experience... and so I gave myself some time away. 

And now that my review is here, I can honestly still recommend A Modest Independence because it wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t my style. The hero wasn’t bad, just definitely not my style of swoon-worthy-ness. I'm still going to read all of the other books Mimi Matthews writes. Her writing is absolutely excellent.