Trying to tell you about my life: A Memoir

I like to journal, but when it comes to publically ranting about my life, I'm scared.

It's been about three months since I debuted Waking Up in Vegas. And it's been hard. Good in many ways, I've been happy with the feedback I've received from readers who have loved the book. It sparks a joy inside me that people will comment about my book and tell me how they've enjoyed it, how they're excited for the next one, etc. 

It's been hard though, to see authors find success when you see stagnancy. When you think that you have a formula figured out, but there's no answer. When the algorithm (that pesky pesky thing) isn't broadcasting your work out to the right people to find it. I had a moment this past week, as I was editing Match Game, where I cried. I cry a lot, I'm a very emotional person, but this was the first time that I cried over being a writer. Like, will the costs I'm putting it ever see a payoff? 

There's a lot of things that I'm excited about, but a lot of things I'm scared of. I want to press on and know that everything just takes time, but every day feels like it's so long and yet there's not enough time in the day to do/plan/act on everything I want to. 

But, rest assured, I'm doing good. I'm excited about what's to come and I know that in due time, I'm going to find my footing, hone in on my craft, and be the best version of myself to project to you in my work. 

I don't know what will become of this blog, but I'll try to post a little bit every once in a while. You know, if you're interested in my musings. It's a lot of rambling, but I promise we'll try and make things fun too.

Xoxo, B

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