I remember.

In 2001, I was twenty years old. I had a college career I could barely maintain, a waitress-sized chip on my shoulder, and a guy who couldn’t decide if he wanted me or not.

I stayed up late and ditched classes and tried to have a devil-may-care attitude towards life, but in reality all I wanted was a bandaid over the growing pains in my relationship with my mom, complete and utter devotion from my boyfriend, and maybe a newer car because my old one had seen better days.

I measured time in days between band practices, ducking out of classes early because I’d skipped too many to keep up with the material, scribbling furiously in notebooks while pushing purple and blond streaked hair out of heavily eyeliner-ed eyes.

The soundtrack of life that year was The Ataris, NOFX, Alkaline Trio, and Bad Religion.  I bled punk rock and stale beer, and lamented about not being understood. I was balancing on that precarious rift between girl and woman, and I had no idea what was going on.

None of us did.

I remember that everything seemed so important, so fucking important, a missed date, a parking ticket, a sold-out concert.

I remember waking up that morning, way too early, out of my comfort zone, and padding into the living room to stand shell-shocked in front of the television. We watched the second plane hit the tower.

When something that seemed life or death pales in comparison with ACTUAL life or death, you’re forced to reevaluate. And you don’t always like what you come up with.

I remember vowing to make better choices, praying as though there were some patron saint of belated resolutions, that if this were just a dream, I’d always remember to feed the cat and call my grandmother and that I’d never ever ditch class again.

Unimportant promises from a confused coed don’t add up to much the grand scheme of things, but penance seemed the least that should be done for such a magnitude of loss.

I had that feeling that day, and for weeks afterwards. Choking, unbearable at times. Heavy pressure on my chest. The weight of the world never distributed so unevenly.

This post was originally published on a blog I used to write many, many years ago. I thought it was appropriate to bring it back today. #NeverForget.

Postponed.

As you may know, HS3 was scheduled to come out 12/7. I'm so excited to share the final installment of Fox and Avery's story with you, and I've been incredibly moved by this book, even more than the other two. But sometimes I take on a little too much, and I hate to admit defeat - this is one of those times. I just can't make it happen by that date.

I'm so sorry. I think it's more important that the book is well finished and perfect for all of you, than rushed for the sake of hitting a deadline.

Fox and Avery deserve that, right? You as readers definitely deserve that.

I still plan on publishing before the end of the year, and I'll let you know the adjusted release date as soon as I have it. Again, so sorry! Love you all. ❤️

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First Book Signing!

This weekend I had my very first book signing at Naughty Girls and Their Books in Rancho Cucamonga, CA. Thank you so much to everyone who came out and stopped at my booth -- it was amazing to see all of you!!

Also, having readers come up to me and tell me that they loved my books? Surreal life moment. You guys totally made my day. I'm really excited about all of the new readers I met, and I hope you enjoy my books! Thank you for your support!

And if you took a picture with me, just remember, #FriendsFilterFriends, okay?

Can't wait for the next signing!!