Don't buy my book. Really. Don't do it. It's been a year since I published it, and the new one is so close to being ready. I know I've been saying that for almost a year, but it will be worth the wait. I'm releasing a new version of The Prophecy and debuting The Chapel at the same time, in the same volume. Can't wait!
On another note, I hit a real crossroads this week. I have been lucky to be able to make choices and do things that I enjoy and that also fit (more or less) into the family schedule. I haven't always been able to balance everything perfectly, but who does? And then a job opportunity appeared that seemed to be exactly what I wanted. More control, more responsibility, more money. But more time. Much more time. Time away from home, time that I don't have to give.
I let it go.
Not officially, but in my mind, I know that this is not the right opportunity for me. It would take me so far away from writing, so far away from the vision I have for where I want my life to go. It is tempting, but it is not right. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Is is strange then that I feel a little sadness over this decision? I'm not sure. I was already ramping up in my mind to go for it, to persuade the powers-that-be to give me the job. And now I have to sit back and see who else gets it. Weird feeling. Probably because I'm not used to sitting and watching.
So I'm still here, and I'll be here more often now. And that's a good thing.