I often forget, when a book is written and sitting on my shelf, all of the heartache and frustration that went into writing it. Take Sex Love Repeat. I was a writer possessed, churning out a stack of pages each day until BAM. I had backed myself into a corner, hopelessly in love with two different heroes with no idea what to do. I struggled for three weeks, writing, then deleting scenes.

This morning I'm writing the last three episodes of the Bedroom Blog. It's been a long and fun journey, I have really enjoyed this process and connecting with new readers through Cosmopolitan. It's been odd, writing a story over the course of a year, three chapters at a time. I've never written a story in that fashion, especially one where I couldn't change scenes once they had been written (and published). It's been a really interesting and creative experience. 

Today marks my eleventh release day. That's a crazy thought, that I have been through this whirlwind that many times in just three and a half years. 

Every one of my book babies are different, and each of their releases brings forth a different set of expectations and emotions.