March Into My World

Are you ready?

March 6th, 2024

So I might be a little crazy…

I’ve been feverishly writing TAFAR, doing my best to crank out chapters as quickly as possible, only to realize I had an unfinished outline and no clear direction. sigh 

Of course, this means that I had to stop what I was doing again and fix my mistakes and realized I still have ¾ of this book left to write.

Would anyone like to guess what my planned publication date is? 👀 

‼️ OCTOBER 22, 2024 ‼️ 

☠️ what the fuck am I even doing?? ☠️ 

Needless to say, I have roughly four months to finish this book. 😬 Not to mention, I’ve already booked the formatter, graphic designer, editor, and the beginning of my press tour. 🤷‍♀️🫠 I am the definition of delulu!

There’s no turning back now…

Even if I wanted to (which I don’t) it was my plan going into 2024 to push myself to finally finish this reboot and get to publishing again. I’ve got SO MANY BOOKS sitting and waiting on me right now, but this one has a special place in my heart and I just can’t move on without finishing it. It might be bordering on obsession!

🎵 queue the dramatic music 🎵 

  • Completed Chapters: 13

  • Word Count: 63,788

  • Writing Streak: 22 days

  • Words Deleted: 10,901

  • Words Written: 10,179

Beneath my skin, I felt the sensation I feared the most. A prickly tingle crept its way from my feet up to my head and radiated through my entire being. The space in my car grew smaller, my vision narrower, and my tongue was like sandpaper in my mouth. It was happening again. My throat seized up as fear gripped its blazing hot fingers around my neck and squeezed. Somehow I’d managed to pull over and lower the windows, allowing cool air to burst through and push away the suffocating sensation. A strained sound escaped my lips as I was finally able to breathe and I wiped the beads of sweat from my face. 

If having the images of my bloody parents branded behind my eyelids wasn’t enough, I’d managed to develop another affliction as a result of my trauma. If I allowed my emotions to build or cloud my judgment, I found that others would be affected. If I cried, so did they. If I laughed, they followed suit. If I was angry...that turned ugly. I was a walking amplifier for emotional baggage. I wasn’t exactly a superhero.

Lia

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

HELP ME GET THE WORD OUT!

Listen, we all know the drill. Use the hashtags below when you talk about TAFAR and help me spread the word!

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Let’s f*cking go!

👇️ Let’s get this party started and don’t forget 👇️