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Having a baby means that there will never be a good time, ever, to get anything accomplished. I will always be sleep deprived, overtired, busy, and distracted. However, I have discovered my parental superpowers that have lain dormant all these years. In college, I couldn't get through a day without falling asleep in a chair after pulling an all-nighter. These days, I only get two or three hours of sleep at a time, and yet I somehow manage to work the equivalent of a couple full-time jobs taking care of my child and helping bring home the bacon from two employers.

Why not get moving on my novel now, too??

Whether you have kids or not, whether you are in school or have three jobs or an addiction to Warcrack, there will never be a good time to write that novel. Fellow writers, join forces with me this summer! Quit running around. Park that butt in your office chair. Clear your workspace of novel-unrelated sticky notes. Is the baby napping? Are you on break? Commence guerrilla writing! Let's make some beautiful literature.

Revised excerpts from Briars and Black Hellebore will be posted, starting mid-July. You can just read them for fun, help me workshop them, or get envious of me for putting words in my manuscript while my brain is operating at 30% capacity and seek revenge by writing more and better words in your own manuscript. Whatever works. Oh, and have a happy Independence Day weekend!

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  1. Oh my gosh, I'm SO happy to read this! I've kind of been dying to read more of that book. Seriously!

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  2. Oh, Michelle! Thank you for not losing interest after all this time. I can't wait to send you a coherent manuscript of the first few chapters. Fairy tale fun!

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