Dearest Reader

Fall is here and I've done it...I've completed two books.


Yep. One is Bad Mom Rents a Man: The Complete Year. I'm actually shopping that out to agents and editors at the moment (because doesn't Maggie and Bugs deserve the New York treatment?). 

For any reader who has read their story, I would love to send you the complete story!! Just send me a screenshot of having Bad Mom #1 on your eReader, and I'll send you the Kindle of the complete story by the end of October! (I still have to format it for Kindle, that's why I can't say "I'll shoot it off a second later!")

What about the second story? It's something I wrote with a particular publisher in mind, and I'm waiting to hear back about it. I'll tell you more when I can, but I'm a little 'stitious. 

What I CAN tell you is it's based on a fairytale. And I about gave myself an aneurysm trying to get it in by a certain deadline.  It's no wonder I'm dealing with Week 2 of the Cold/Flu/Migraine supercombo!

In the meantime, life here is still all about working on the house (this month, it's about cleaning the basement, painting some walls in sunflower, and putting a dresser together from about 50 separate pieces--fun!); overseeing children stuff (a birthday party at a corn maze and co-hosting a weekly debate club); drawing fun things because it's nice to complete a project in one day vs. four months; and writing on my new project: BWKY. Ooh. What can that stand for, do you think? ;o)

In the meantime, for anyone struggling through some life things, hang in there and build habits to pull you out of the struggle. As my faithful readers know, it has taken me about 2.5 years to get out from beneath the gray cloud that blocked out the sun for a bit as my mom was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer (she was not a smoker), struggled through the disease, and then passed.

Hang in there. You'll be you again. It just takes time and space.

Sydney Strand is a writer and mom who has published two stories through New York and another eight via self-publishing. She writes funny little romances-slash-womens-fiction, but not of the Red Room of Pain variety. More like the 1980s Dan and Roseanne Connor variety--humor is sexy, dontcha know.