I haven’t touched a screenplay in almost three years. After coming amazingly close to having one produced, until the project died, I went into a depression after 7 years of work and thirteen specs to get to that point. Didn’t write for about two years. Then...

I decided to bust out a passion project of mine, but as a young adult novel. It was so hard but so cathartic. The switch from screenplays to a manuscript was super challenging. As a full time teacher and single mom to two kids in high-level, demanding sports...

I wrote WHENEVER I could. I used the Pomodoro technique because it struck a cord with me. I did not stop for a year. Had a few readers. Did some editing. Submitted it to 6 publishing houses. Arbitrary number but also those were the only Canadian companies that were accepting...

... unsolicited manuscripts. I thought, if all six say no, I’m self-publishing because I believe in this story. Five no’s came in for various reasons (not against the story; mostly Covid, budget & audience related, or so they said). I knew the work made it past one gatekeeper...

Six months later, I started to set up the self-publishing campaign. Just as it was about to go live, I contacted the sixth company as a courtesy to tell them of my plans because I wasn’t sure of the protocol. Turned out, it was in consideration...

A month later, I got the email. It was an emphatic message about the work attached to a preliminary contract. They wanted to publish my work. It was a moment I’ve dreamed of since I was a kid. In 2022, WHITE LIES will be on the shelves and people may read it...

Now here I am. Contemplating what I will write today, since I have a day available to do so. And I’m crippled with the fear that all writer’s fear but I’m determined to start something. Another novel? A miniseries screenplay I’m in love with? I don’t know. But I’m writing.

*chord