In about three weeks, I should be holding my very first novel in my hot little hands. I can hardly wait, and yet life things (you know, the crap we can’t control?) is starting to happen.

My mother’s health has been dicey for a year, but after this last bout of pneumonia, she isn’t bouncing back. It’s scary, and sad, and leaves me with a very helpless feeling.

What’s worse is that my mom WAS my biggest cheerleader when it came to my writing, and she still is in many ways. She could hardly wait until I sold my first novel and was on my way to a soul satisfying career.

She is too ill to show much excitement now. Worse, I think her expectation of what this life-changing moment would be like for me is vastly different than reality.

If her health was better, I think she’d have enjoyed being a spectator at the conferences and author events. Now, I fear the upcoming Celebrate Romance conference, and my first book signings are going to be an endurance trial for her.

Send some good healing thoughts her way, and toss in one for me as well. It’s going to be a hectic March. 🙂