Fury - the first book in the New Species series is OUT today at Ellorascave!!! BIG happy dance!!! I can't begin to tell you what this means to me. It's almost as exciting as the first time I was published. I wrote this series a LONG time ago, way back when becoming an author was a far, far distant dream that I wondered if it would ever come true. I wrote this series out of love, in my free time, and honestly - I never thought more than my friends would ever read it. I had some loyal ones who always borrowed the printed out 3 ring binders I used to put my latest books I'd written inside. (I still have a few dozen of them sitting around, the pages yellowed despite them being in page protectors, the binders sagging from the heavy weight of all those printed out pages...LOL) They'd take turns reading my latest obsession that had caught my imagination. I had written a series I'll dub 'Morbid'. Those books were about a small town who experienced the tragedy of being exposed to chemical weapons and it really messed them up. After that one I'd started a shifter series. I took both concepts and kind of made a 'love child' out of them with New Species. Altered humans mixed with animal DNA. They became an OBSESSION of mine. Now Fury, the first book, is being released.
I actually cried when Fury was contracted. (Happy tears - promise) I mean...it took me back all those years ago when all I had was a seemingly impossible dream, a love of writing, and to be honest, not everyone understood. I mean - who does that? Who writes book after book, year after year, staying up late nights, using all their free time - just to write for the fun of it? I never had time to follow my dreams. Mr. Laurann and I were raising kids, struggling financially, and even had some medical problems to deal with. My own or close family members. I got a lot of...well...crap for writing from a lot of people. "Give up it", "Waste of time", and lectures of how impossible it would be to get published. I've heard it all, trust me, and sometimes it wasn't said kindly. Sometimes - it was downright cruel. I almost gave up once but the truth is - writing is a part of me. It's like breathing. It's what I enjoy, something I love, and it makes me happy to do it. Life can be really TOUGH sometimes. It can yank the rug right out from under you when you lose someone you love to life or to death. It can be so unfair. I've seen it, survived it, and probably should own the T-shirt or a closet full of them. Writing made my world right when things went wrong.
Opening up a new page to type on...it's like I'm flying. Everything is possible. It's...magical. It reminds me how much Mr. Laurann loves me (he always supported my love of writing...then and now). It makes all those years I wrote...with just a dream and a love for doing it...AWESOME! LOL! I can't say it enough. I feel so blessed and grateful for all I have. Mr. Laurann, our kids, and the wonderful friends who read every single book I ever wrote even when I was handing them 3 ring binders who helped me keep my dream alive. I am in awe that so many people read my books... (Yeah - an author without words! LOL!!!) Thank you. I know that doesn't really cover it but it comes from the heart.