I refuse resolutions. *Excerpt Alert*

2015 has been an interesting year for me. A lot of changes happened and some were not in my control. From starting the year in a new position at my old job, to out of town adventures with fantastic friends, to my job being dissolved and gaining a new employer, finding myself underneath another vehicle in my own tiny death box, to turning another decade older and hating it the entire way. See? Interesting.

I have also been extremely productive in the last two months on getting my second book to the Black Tears series written and edited. Oh, what a long road that has been. If it hadn’t been for that car accident, I would still be far more behind than I’d like to be. This book has a lot of depth stemming from the ending of my last book. Still, the entirety of the story overwhelms me a little. I’m constantly being reminded by my characters that things have happened in the story that I need to tell you (the readers) about. UGH! Just shut up already! 🙂

I refuse resolutions for the New Year. None of that, “New Year, New Me!” So bogus. Why a new you when the current you is just fine? Sure, you may need to improve yourself in some areas or you’ll learn new eye-opening information that might change your entire perspective on life. Whatever you encounter, the old you isn’t going anywhere. Be happy with what life has given you thus far. That is what has created the beautiful person that is reading this very blog. Good things and bad things.

Fine. If you want to resolve to being a rescue dog lady, I can get on board with that. And I guess I can say that I will get this book published, but that really is going to happen regardless.

I just happen to be looking at anyone who can design my cover for this one. I’m at a loss as to what I want so I can’t really do it on my own this time around.

I’m also looking for a book reviewer/beta readers. Anyone interested?

As proof of my craziness, here’s an excerpt to preview what’s to come!

The warm rain splattered against the splintered wood railing of the back porch. The paint chipped and fading like a memory, Charlee watched from the kitchen window as the wood became increasingly discolored from each droplet. Mom decided chili would be good for a day like this and the room was filled in a bouquet of spices, peaking the interest of any nose occupying the same space. She’d already sat out the halved pimento cheese sandwiches and the large pitcher of sweet tea beading with sweat from the humidity.
As the creamy cheese mixture coated Charlee’s tongue from her third sandwich, the coming emergency meeting with Ethan drew concern. Things were already wildly different from the moment Liam walked into the gymnasium. The bulge from her midsection grew painfully every day and her own worth has gained value to so many things she’d never thought existed. All of this information overwhelmed her, but she also knew that she didn’t even know a fraction of it. That overwhelmed her too. She felt suffocated and confused, and most of the time she just wanted to scream to the world in frustration. Miles plagued her mind often and she felt helpless knowing that no one had any idea where he was. Except for Ethan.

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Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me. I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with. I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates). One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog. Black Tears. As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember. From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series). Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it! XX , Erika

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