My husband not only worked nights, but twelve hour shifts, which left me playing single parent to our two young boys while unpacking our belongings one box at a time. **By the way, if you're looking for something in a bunch of boxes, go straight to the one you don't think it's in. That's where you'll find it.**
As if that wasn't fun enough, we were using my husband's days off to house hunt, which is a career in itself. The day I unpacked the last box at the rental house was the day we found the home we would buy and move into a month later. Great timing, right? Oh, and it gets worse. We had exactly six days to move everything to our new home before leaving on a three-week vacation that started with us driving to Texas, catching a flight to England, taking a private tour in Scotland, flying back to Texas, and then driving back to Indiana where our new home filled with a gazillion packed up boxes awaited us. Because, obviously, I didn't have time to unpack them before we left. I've never been so tired in my life.
During those first five months of being in the new house, I got very little writing done. I spent what little time I did have reading how-to books on writing to learn everything I could about how to write a book. I had already written six chapters of a novel, where I made every single mistake a writer could make. Info dumps, telling rather than showing, incorrect grammar use, etc... I relied heavily on how-to books to guide my work through the rough spots. They were my first critique partners.
Then I saw that one of the local newspapers was having a short story writing contest. Problem was, it was close to the entry deadline, and I didn't even have a story to submit. So I worked nonstop for two days straight until I came up with a story and edited the hell out of it. I reluctantly submitted it, not thinking I'd even come close to winning. But not only did I win the contest, but the editor printed my picture in the paper along with an article he wrote up about me. Then he invited me to join their local writing group. Since then, I've joined two more writing groups, one semi-local and one online group. I met a lot of writers, which eventually led me to participate in PitchWars, where I was a finalist and made some great connections. Not only did I walk away with a lot of new writer friends and a fabulous agent (Andrea Somberg!), but I also met four very special chickadees, who are now my critique partners.
If you aren't following any of these lovely ladies, then do so now. You won't regret it!
Sarah's not only the excellent writer of a "foodie" thriller, but she's also my writing therapist. (Okay, so maybe that's not entirely accurate!) But she does keep me sane during the week with her fun emails. She beat me out in PitchWars, so I probably shouldn't like her, but I just can't help myself.
Carol is loveable and neurotic (what writer isn't?) with really great taste in music. She wrote a crazy awesome romance that I'm dying to see get published. Also, she makes me smile.
Her name says it all. She's an absolute "joy" to talk to. She's friendly and supportive and kind and...we could be here awhile. By the way, her historical romance is fabulous! And, together, we invented cheese-flavored taco glue and are going to be rich! (This may or may not be a true statement.)
I have come to the conclusion that she is the funniest person on the planet. Absolutely hilarious! And such a fantastic writer to boot. I appreciate witty humor and this girl definitely has it! She is guaranteed to make you laugh.