Whew! Well, here I am. Here we are. New page, new start. The last month and a half have been, well, let’s just call it challenging. November and December are traditionally pretty stressful times for many people because of the added pressure to get all the things done you normally do, plus prep for family events, buy all the perfect gifts, and keep a smile on your face. It’s exhausting. Then something pops up out of nowhere and derails everything…

Sometimes there are too many choices. And it's paralyzing! Like when you go to a restaurant, and their menu is 30 pages long, and you can’t decide what to get because it all looks amazing. And while you want to order it all, you know you can’t because you’ll explode if you do. That’s been happening to me with books!

It all begins with an idea.

“So, how do you feel about gay romance?” This question came up in a reader group recently when a new reader was trying to figure out if they should read the next book in a series because they had never skipped a book, but felt a little uncomfortable knowing the next book was about two men. It conjured up my memory of being in that very space.