My self-publishing journey

can be summed up with one simple rhetorical question:

What the ‘eff‘ else was I supposed to do?


If you wanna read me that is.

Now hold on just a sec… Ask me the obvious question.

Did you do your homework?

1.  Yes.  I spent four years subbing to the appropriate lit agents and publishers and followed all guidelines to the letter.

2.  I spent three years entering, and winning/placing, contests.

3.  I spent a year making pitches.

4.  I spent four years attending conferences.

5.  I joined the right organizations for genre writers like me.

I suppose I could say the time was wasted.  As Captain Hiller (Will Smith) says in Independence Day, “I coulda been at a barbecue!” But I won’t say that.  Learning is never a waste of time.  Possibly the money was wasted.

Albert Einstein on the definition of insanity~  Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Guess I’m cured of that particular insanity.  Life is plenty good as a self-pubber.

In the meantime I’m making cases and cases of lemon curd.  I’ve only juiced one bushel of lemons and one bushel of sour oranges.  I thought I had five bushels altogether.  Realized I have seven.

Holy smokes!

I feel like Diane Keaton in Babyboom making applesauce!  With the change in California’s cottage industry/food service laws, I can actually sell the lemon curd.  Which is a good thing because with all this curd-making my writing time is suffering!


This menage is driving me to distraction!


The only distraction is the heat my written words generate!  My distractions involve the day job and family matters.  I’ve made a decision, one more month and the day job is history.  I’m going to focus on writing and a number of home improvement projects that I’ve stuck on the backburner for a couple years.  My  birthday is coming up.  So is my anniversary and my very dearest friend’s birthday.

To celebrate all of the above, I’m announcing a big contest – In five hundred words or less, and believe me this is major challenging, write the opening paragraph or two of your romance novel.  (I won’t ding you if you go a few words over.)  Email your entry to

***Wait…hold on…stream of consciousness here…refining contest:  sell me on your story in 500 words or less.  I’m asking you to do the same thing I have to do with my works except I get 250 words or less.  Let me give you an example from Captured:

Mari never expects to find herself caged in a cargo hold on a spaceship. She quickly learns from her captors she’s headed to the meat market. When they try to return her to hypersleep, she resists. After allowing her to stay awake, Mari realizes her survival depends on connecting with the male in charge, Ekkatt. She must make him see her as a sentient being or she will end up as dinner.

Ekkatt has never spoken to any human. They are valued for one thing, the money they bring at auction. The Attun race are vegetarians, but other species prize human flesh and bring in good money. Then the female with red hair speaks to him and forces him to admit she has a name. Mari throws Ekkatt’s entire life into question, the biggest question…can he watch her sold to the highest bidder?

Prizes:  Ten lucky writers will receive a signed hard-copy of The Cougar Book containing my story You Might Just Get It.

Two lucky writers will receive an ecopy of Beauty and the Feast, two more lucky writers will receive an ecopy of My Everything, and one lucky writer will receive a raincheck for Daughters of Persephone, books 1,2,3 and 4!

The contest runs through April 21!  Happy writing!  Julia