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After a rather hectic year of cobbling together ideas, scrapping them, and creating something brand new from scratch, I’m thrilled to formally announce my third book!

FALL INTO PLACE is set to publish sometime in fall 2026—exact date TBA. It’s a heartfelt autumn romance with some artsy undertones, set at a historic apple orchard in rural Vermont.

Here’s the official Publishers Marketplace announcement, which I shared across social media:

So much goes on behind the scenes in traditional publishing. There can be a lot of back and forth, trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t.

In this case, we knew we wanted a spiritual successor to Given Our History—something with a rich autumnal setting and sincere characters. I also really wanted a hint of the academic undertones again, something that could pull from my own experiences as a historian and museum professional, which is how FALL INTO PLACE ended up set around a colonial farmhouse, with a mystery subplot involving some eighteenth-century paintings in the attic.

I’ve probably given enough away already, but I can’t resist a good list:

🍎 the small-town New England charm of Gilmore Girls
🥧 a grandmother-granddaughter relationship in the vein of You, with a View by Jessica Joyce
🧣 dual points-of-view
🎨 art, museums, and lots of creaky antique furniture
🍁 a eccentric cast of townsfolk

That’s all for now. I’ll be able to share more in the near future, so keep an eye on your inbox!

Talk soon.

xo

Kristyn

Some of you may have seen on Instagram already that I’ve been working on some artwork of Clara and Teddy to celebrate one year of GIVEN OUR HISTORY next month.

Figuring out how to make my own character art has been an ongoing learning curve for me. I used to sell my art at craft fairs and such—all traditional wildlife and landscape artwork, which is a whole different skill set than digital character art. After a few years of practice, I’m starting to feel more confident about including art in preorder campaigns, etc.

So, think of this like a trial run to see whether you all like the direction I’m heading!

I struggled a bit with the background, drawing a couple different versions that sort of overwhelmed the couple, until I ultimately pulled inspiration from a graphic I found by Sketchify Italy on Canva.

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I’ve debated getting foil prints made where his glasses, her earring, and his signet ring are all gold—maybe for a giveaway and to hand out at events? I’m still figuring out what readers want from character art and I’m very open to ideas or suggestions!

Hope you guys like this one, and keep an eye out for more character art from me in the future 🫶

xo,

Kristyn

Last summer, I teased the possibility of self-publishing a contemporary romance that is very dear to my heart. I organized an ARC team. A few people saw mock-ups for a possible cover. And then… nothing. On the subject of future projects, I’ve been radio silent ever since.

Probably, my absence wasn’t at the forefront of anyone’s mind but my own. Still, my anxious brain insists that I explain myself! So, I’m going to tell you… about all the things I can’t tell you.

The short version: I had to put the aforementioned novel on hold because I’m working on other books.

Publishing is frustrating in that we’re sometimes not yet able to talk about the things we want to talk about. We authors love a good vague post!! So, in a way, this newsletter is an extended version of that type of post. I have a few manuscripts I’ve been juggling. Some will see the light of day, and others… I hope might eventually also see the light of day.

Another frustrating thing about this industry: endless uncertainty!

Which brings me back to that contemporary romance I wanted to publish. I have no idea what the future holds for this story. In considering the self-publishing route, I got very attached to a version of the book that might not have a place in traditional publishing.

At the same time, I don’t have the bandwidth to release it myself at the moment. I’ve been struggling to juggle life and work with baby (he’s figuring out how to walk right now… adorable chaos). I’ve also been to the dentist 29479 times lately, which sounds completely unrelated on paper, but my dentist is almost three hours away and I feel like I’m actually losing my mind, a little.

As far as things I can tell you about, I had a fantastic time celebrating the release of Beg, Borrow, or Steal by Sarah Adams in January. This was the biggest event I’ve ever done and everyone was so wonderful! I didn’t sleep the night before because I was nervous about speaking in front of ~200 people, so I haven’t posted any close-up pictures because I was looking TIRED, but rest assured I loved every minute.

I saw some discussion going around on socials yesterday about how Ali Hazelwood has been so good to new and upcoming authors, helping their books get more visibility and so forth. I feel like Sarah did that for me!! It was such an honor to be asked to take part in such a big book tour, and I had the opportunity to connect with so many readers who otherwise might not have known that I exist.

Speaking of events, I’m working with Sherman’s Books and Jesup Memorial Library in Bar Harbor to plan a reading and signing event for June 5th, which I’m very excited about! I’ll share more details in a future newsletter, but it’s looking like this event is going to be live-streamed, so even if you’re not in Maine, please consider tuning in <3

I hope to send a newsletter that isn’t so cryptic very soon. Thanks you for sticking around in the meantime!!

xo,

Kristyn

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Hi all,

As we head into the holiday season, I anticipate not being super active on social media. Aside from the usual festivities, December also marks my husband’s birthday and our sixth wedding anniversary, so generally, it’s a pretty busy month around here.

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Before I disappear entirely, though, I wanted to send out what will likely be my last newsletter of 2024.

A few updates:

November Writing Progress

While I don’t participate in NaNoWriMo in any official capacity, I do tend to start a new project every November. Sometimes I hit 50k words, sometimes I don’t. This year, I started drafting a celebrity romance and managed to hit 15k. Is it anywhere near the target word count? No. But it’s a solid start for a story that I’m having a lot of fun with. I make a habit of pushing myself out of my comfort zone as often as I can, and after a conversation where it was agreed that I wouldn’t know the first thing about writing fake celebrities (largely because I’ve never written fanfiction), I decided… to go write about fake celebrities. Does wonders for the imposter syndrome, really.

If you’ve ever spoken with me about my writing journey, or depending on how long you’ve followed me, you might know something about my track record with the whole “comfort zone” thing. It’s how I drafted Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts four years ago, and it’s also how I ended up writing romance in the first place—my initial plan was to write fantasy. So, I mean, I guess it’s worked for me in the past? We’ll see what comes of this go around.

And on that note…

The Romantasy

I’ve discussed this project in mostly vague terms and they are, for the moment, still going to be vague! I don’t want to say too much just yet. What I will say is that I turned some major edits over to my agent back in June (in a mad scramble to finish them before my baby was due; I managed with about a week to spare). Next week, I’m going to meet with my agent again to discuss some final edits before we go out on submission to publishers—hopefully, early next year.

I’m really excited about how this book has evolved. I’ve had so much fun writing these characters and bringing their world to life. I’ve also drawn some character art that I’m really excited about, so I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll have a reason to share soon!

Upcoming Events

Winter is not an ideal time for much driving around here, so I only have one event planned for January, but it’s an exciting one! A couple months ago, I was invited to join Sarah Adams as her conversation partner for the Portland, ME stop on her tour celebrating the release of Beg, Borrow, or Steal (the third installment in her very popular When in Rome series). The Q+A portion of the event is already sold out, but there are still tickets available to attend the signing.

I think that’s everything for now. Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season! I’ll look forward to touching base in the new year.

xo

Kristyn

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Hi all,

As promised, here’s an epilogue for Given Our History. I’m sure there are some questions as to why I didn’t include this in the finished manuscript, and it really comes down to two things: first, I have a love-hate relationship with epilogues. Sometimes I love reading them, sometimes I feel like the tension has dissipated from the story already and I’m a bit checked out, and it’s difficult to judge from my vantage point whether I’m accidentally writing the boring kind. And second: I go through so many rounds of edits with my manuscripts that I can’t quite tell which ending feels the most natural.

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With Given Our History, I was satisfied with the original ending as the author. But as readers, a lot of you have made it clear that you would’ve preferred an epilogue. So, without further ado, here’s a little peek into Clara and Teddy’s lives, eleven months after Given Our History ends.

Also: spoilers ahead, for obvious reasons!

There’s something about Edinburgh in the rain.

The heels of my boots clip on glistening cobblestone as I make my way along Lawnmarket, a reusable Tesco bag cradled in my arms. Upper-story windows glow orange in the dim gray evening, perched atop souvenir shops that have closed for the day and lively pubs that’ll remain open late into the night. It’s moments like this, when the inclement weather clears the tourist crowds from the Royal Mile, that I could almost imagine I’ve stepped back in time.

The headlights of a black cab reflect long against the slick, dark road, and water splatters from the gutters as it passes, but I’m already drenched. I cut through a medieval close that threatens to crumble beneath the weight of canted sandstone buildings and emerge on another street entirely. I open the front door to a Victorian-era tenement building and take the inside staircase at a jog, grocery bag jostling.

“Ah! You’re in a hurry,” the downstairs neighbor—a kindly widower called Roger, who lives with his two cats—says when I almost bump into him on the second-story landing.

I turn mid-motion to say, “We’re celebrating tonight. You should come up for a drink later.”

“Kind of you to offer”—Roger tugs a tweed flat cap over his wiry brow and shoots me a wink— “but I suspect this celebration is best kept between the pair of you.”

On that somewhat cryptic note, he bids me a good evening, though the click of his cane chases me all the way up the stairwell, to 4F2.

I turn a key in the clunky brass lock and step inside, the warmth of the radiator chasing out the November chill. “I’m home.” I barely have to shout, the flat is so small—just a kitchen and living space all jumbled together, and behind that, a small bedroom-cum-office. A rain-streaked bay window overlooks the buildings across the road. The pipes knock around when we run the hot water, and we’re forced to share a bathroom with our neighbors across the hall, but we’ve called this place home for almost a year—our first apartment together.

I deposit the Tesco bag on the counter and unwind the wool scarf from around my neck, wringing rain from it over the kitchen sink. My sleeves are pushed back, the tail-end of Dashboard Confessional lyrics just visible, tattooed on the underside of my left wrist.

Soft footsteps bad into the kitchen, and then a hand finds my hip beneath my sweater—hot fingertips tracing cold and rain-damp skin. Teddy pushes my wet hair aside, and bends to brush his lips over my neck. My eyes flutter shut, and I tip my head back to rest against his shoulder, welcoming his warmth.

“I’ve finished it,” he mumbles with his mouth against me, breath fanning over my skin. I turn to loop my arms around his neck, my back pressed into the counter. His hair is overgrown and tousled, and day-three stubble shadows his jaw. “Well, this draft, anyway,” he says. “And there’s still the matter of typing it.”

I bury my face in his chest, where his soft knit sweater smells of laundry detergent and dark-roast coffee and him. “You do realize we have technology that might’ve helped with that sooner,” I say, voice muffled.

Teddy dismisses the suggestion with a puff of his lips. “Where’s the fun in that.”

“Of course.” I draw back to peer up at him. “You do your best work when your hand is cramping.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Well” —my nose skates along his and I dissolve into a fit of laughter against his mouth— “I didn’t mean it like that, but now that you mention it—”

His hand cradles the back of my head, fingers tangling in damp hair, and he catches my mouth in a rough kiss. It’s fast and familiar, that end-of-day hunger after we’ve hardly had a moment to ourselves, when nothing sounds better than getting lost in one another—basking in the fact that we’re an us, that we’ve had an entire year of this, building a life together, and yet a lifetime will never be enough.

When I pull away, his hand chases after me. “I’ll be right back,” I promise, “as soon as I’ve changed into something less wet.”

“I’ll get started on drinks,” he says, pulling a couple of fresh lemons from the grocery bag.

I make my way to the bedroom. It’s cramped but cozy, the bedspread still rumpled from this morning. Potted plants are wedged together on the small windowsill, monstera vines spilling onto the cluttered writing desk that sits beneath the window.

I change into an old UMD hoodie and sweats, and then I wander over to the desk. It’s a disaster, open books and printed articles and a gum eraser, the corners dulled with use. His pencil sharpener sits inside a coffee mug that says spilling the tea since 1773, which is half-filled with pencil shavings. In the middle of it all, in a neat stack, are handwritten pages. Too many to count. A year’s worth of research compiled into a rough draft.

Gingerly, I look through the pages: that familiar handwriting, the same blockish print that adorned letters and burned CDs, that had once scrawled a phone number on my wrist in permanent marker, eighteen years ago. Smiling to myself, I return all the pages to the stack, but I linger on the dedication, the page rubbed raw where he erased and rewrote and then erased again, scratched out words until the sheen of graphite catches the lamplight. Like he had to get it just right.

To my wife and best friend:

Thank you for sharing your passion with me, all those years ago.

It takes several seconds for the words to sink in. Wife. My pulse thrums beneath my skin.

We went to the registrar’s office just this morning, in the shadow of the Gothic spires of St. Giles' Cathedral. It was simple, practical, just the pair of us. That’s the way it was always going to be, I think. Izzy is going to pop up next week to take us out to dinner, and perhaps when we get back to the states, we’ll celebrate with family and friends, but for now, it’s just us.

We haven’t had enough time for just us. It feels like we owe ourselves a lifetime, kissing in the shadow of castles and holding hands as we wander through museums—all those things we should’ve been doing, but I can’t bring myself to feel like the years in between were wasted, because we needed those years to figure out what we value most.

“Knock, knock.”

I glance up from the manuscript. Teddy is standing in the doorway with a hot toddy in each hand. I smile at him, strangely shy. “You didn’t tell me you were going to do this.”

Slowly, almost tentatively, he crosses the room and sets the glasses on the corner of the desk, where they’re sure to leave condensation rings on the scattered printouts. “It wouldn’t have made sense to dedicate it to anyone else.” His hand finds my waist, drawing me in. I interlace my fingers behind his neck. The metal of my wedding ring is cool to the touch: a gaudy bit of costume jewelry we picked out at a local antique store, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I close my eyes and press my forehead to his, and we begin to sway, a slow dance without music.

Time. I’m working on reminding myself that we have time. For as much of it as it feels we let get away, we have a lifetime ahead of us.

We have, by nature, always gravitated toward the past. But there’s something to be said for the future, too.

So, there you have it! An extended ending to Given Our History. I hope you all enjoyed. If you know me, then you know I love playing around with settings, so it was fun to write a little snippet of Edinburgh (with, perhaps, a few liberties taken).

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Talk soon.

xo

Kristyn

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Tuesday marked the release of Given Our History and I completely forgot to send out a newsletter to mark the occasion! Instead, I was driving all over for events and trying (failing) to keep up with social media. So, instead of an email announcing that GOH is out now, I’m sending a quick recap instead!

How did I manage to use the word “instead” three times in the same paragraph? Idk but that should probably tell you where I’m at, mentally. We’re running on fumes around here.

I didn’t have anything planned for release day itself, so on Tuesday I drove over to Bowdoin College to use the beautiful campus as a stand-in for fictional University of Irving. Now I feel obligated to return in the fall to snap a few pictures when the leaves are changing!

I followed up release day with an event at Print: A Bookstore in conversation with my wonderful friend K.J. Micciche. I met K.J. last summer after our debut novels released on the same day. We’re almost always shelved side-by-side, thanks to our initials, and her sophomore novel, A Storybook Wedding, is also an academia-centered romance! Similarities abound when it comes to the two of us, so she was the obvious pick when I was asked to invite another author with me to Print. All in all, we had a great time on Wednesday and I look forward to doing more events together in the future.

On Thursday, GOH released in the U.K., which is an exciting milestone because Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts hasn’t been published there, so hopefully I’ll reach some new readers. And then on Friday and Saturday, I had signings back-to-back: at Barnes & Noble in Augusta on Friday night, and then at Books-A-Million in South Portland midday Saturday. I also signed a bunch of copies of Given Our History to be distributed to Books-A-Million locations throughout the northeast, so keep an eye out for signed copies next time you stop by your local store!

What else? Given Our History is featured in the current issue of Woman’s World magazine as one of the best books this week. I recently did a quick interview with The Nerd Daily, which you can read here. And I am so, so grateful to all the bookstagrammers, blogs, indie stores, book clubs, and subscription boxes who have featured my book! It’s felt like a very warm welcome this time around.

Looking ahead: I’m hoping to share more info in the near future about some shiny new projects. In the meantime, I’m going to continue doing events and other promo for Given Our History. If you haven’t already bought a copy, any purchases made today will still count toward first week sales, which is extremely helpful for us authors!! But of course, any and every purchase is appreciated, whether it’s today or years down the road (I hope people are still buying my books years from now).

Here’s a link to my publisher’s landing page for ordering your copy. And in case you need a quick refresher on what you can expect to find in this book:

All right, I feel like I’ve rambled enough. Let’s do it again sometime. 🤪

xo

Kristyn

Hello and happy summer! It’s once again been a few months since I’ve sent out a newsletter, and as usual, I have a handful of things to update you all on.

We’re just a little over three weeks out from the release of Given Our History, so now feels like a good time to share some upcoming events. I can’t wait for readers to have this book in their hands!

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28 AUGUST - Print: A Bookstore, Portland, ME - 7PM

30 AUGUST - Barnes & Noble, Augusta, ME - 1PM

31 AUGUST - Books-A-Million, South Portland, ME - 1PM

7 SEPTEMBER - Oliver & Friends Bookshop, Waterville, ME - 12PM-3PM

14 SEPTEMBER - Grump & Sunshine Bookshop, Belfast, ME - 1PM (tickets required)

13 OCTOBER - White Birch Books, North Conway, NH - 3PM

You might notice that this isn’t exactly a proper book tour in the sense that I’m not going to be doing a ton of traveling. I’m sorry in advance to anyone who has asked me to visit bookstores out of state—I so appreciate the invites I’ve received and I look forward to visiting in the future, but this summer I’m confined to New England because (as some of you may have already seen on Instagram) my husband and I welcomed our first child in July!

If you’re not able to attend any of the events that I do have planned, please keep in mind that you can still preorder a signed copy through Oliver & Friends Bookshop here in Maine! You’ll also receive a bookmark, a travel sticker, and an exclusive cocktail recipe magnet, while supplies last.

In international news, Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts recently released in Italy and I’ve been loving the feedback I’m receiving from Italian readers! Given Our History is on its way to both the Netherlands and Hungary. And my short story “Love Birds,” in which a wildlife photographer hitches a ride with a ruggedly handsome lobster fisherman to see the puffins on Petit Manan Island, is being published next month in UK-based My Weekly magazine. I’ll be sure to share the link when it goes live!

Last but not least, I’m incapable of taking a proper maternity leave, so I’ve been hard at work on a couple different projects, one of which you might see sometime in Spring 2025 👀 No promises yet, though!

That’s all for now. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading (and for not marking me as spam <3). Talk soon-ish!

xo,

Kristyn

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Not sure how I’ve managed to go this long without sending out a newsletter, but suddenly it’s May and I have a bunch of news to share.

This month marks one year since the release of Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts, which is a little hard to believe! I’m so grateful that it’s still being stocked in bookstores a year later, that reviews are still rolling in, that readers are still tagging me in posts telling me how much they enjoyed it.

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I’m not sure what I’m going to do to celebrate my first anniversary as a published author on May 16th (open to suggestions), but one thing that’s happening for sure this month is the grand opening of a brand new Barnes & Noble location in South Portland, ME, where I’ll be signing copies of Seven Rules on May 25th!

Over the course of the next couple months, I’ll be sharing more info about other upcoming events to celebrate the release of Given Our History in August. If you’re unlikely to attend an in-person event but would still like a signed copy, you can pre-order through Oliver & Friends Bookshop, a lovely local indie store here in Maine. Every pre-ordered copy will be signed and will include a themed bookmark, travel sticker, and a fridge magnet with a special cocktail recipe, while supplies last.

Last but not least, I’m excited to announce that Given Our History is headed to the UK! It’s being published by Zaffre (Bonnier Books UK) and set to release on the same date as the US edition. Stay tuned for more details on international releases!

That’s all for now. I hope everyone is having a lovely start to their May and enjoying some beautiful spring weather. It’s still a little gloomy here in western Maine, so I picked up some flowers today to brighten things up. 🌻

Talk soon!

xo

Kristyn

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Hi all,

We’re nearing the end of the year and it’s almost time for early review copies of GIVEN OUR HISTORY to make their way into the world. I’ll be sure to post on social media when digital copies are available on Netgalley, but in the meantime, my publisher is giving away 50 paperback copies over on Goodreads! Rules for entry and other details can be viewed on the giveaway page:

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ENTER THE GIVEAWAY

This also feels like a good time to toss in a graphic with the very first blurb that GIVEN OUR HISTORY received, a really lovely endorsement from N.S. Perkins. I actually mentioned her bestselling novel The Infinity Between Us in my newsletter way back in January. I was in the throes of editing Given Our History and was consuming a lot of popular second-chance romances to see how other authors handled all the complicated history between their characters. Getting such a great blurb from Noémie sort of feels like coming full circle!

Good luck to everyone who enters the giveaway! If you haven’t already, you can also pre-order GIVEN OUR HISTORY from most places books are sold. I’m working with Oliver & Friends Bookshop here in Maine for those who would like to pre-order signed copies + receive some themed goodies (bookmarks, stickers, etc.).

PRE-ORDER GIVEN OUR HISTORY

Thus ends the ever-awkward self-promo. Hoping to have some interesting news to share in the near future, but with the pace my life seems to move at, who knows. Talk soon-ish!

Cheers,

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Three years ago today, I started writing Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts. My prior attempt at writing romance, a cozy Icelandic story called 63 Degrees North, was on sub to several editors (for those unfamiliar with the process, this means my agent had sent the manuscript to publishers in hopes of securing a book deal). The rejections had just started rolling in. The feedback was that the story was too quiet; too familiar; too low stakes. There wasn’t enough tension and there definitely wasn’t enough sharp, witty banter.

Basically, my sweet little book was maybe a bit too cozy.

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So, that November—National Novel Writing Month—I set out to write something that was exactly the opposite. At the time, it didn’t seem to matter that what I was writing sounded absolutely nothing like me. The industry was asking for something different and I was determined to give them what they wanted.

Had I had a little foresight, I might’ve realized that it’s really hard to feel proud of a book that isn’t representative of you as an author. You worry that it sets the wrong precedent. Readers are going to assume that this is you—your best foot forward, when really, all you could focus on was wedging any foot in the door just to stop it closing.

Perhaps this post is me being a little too transparent. Presumably, authors aren’t supposed to admit that they don’t love their own books. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t hate Seven Rules! I’ve received some absolutely wonderful DMs from readers who have really identified with the story and I couldn’t be happier about that. Whether or not it’s my “style” is irrelevant to whether readers are able to enjoy it.

Sometimes I feel like this industry comes down to striking a balance. Finding your comfort zone between passion and marketability and sticking to it. When I wrote Seven Rules, I maybe hadn’t found that comfort zone just yet. But I’m okay with that! At the end of the day, it did help me achieve my lifelong dream of becoming a published author. And my forthcoming second book, Given Our History, is firmly in my comfort zone.

So, having learned a bit about myself through this whole experience, where do I go from here? Well, at the moment, a whole lot of nowhere—I’m finishing out my last semester of my master’s degree and my thesis has been consuming my every waking thought, so progress on future projects has been slow (but will hopefully speed up come January).

In the meantime, I’ve been teetering back and forth about whether I should edit and eventually self-publish 63 Degrees North, because I know there’s a market for cozy, quiet, low stakes romance, even if that market maybe isn’t big enough for traditional publishing. Given Our History is also available for pre-order wherever books are sold! If you’re interested in a signed copy, pre-order through Oliver & Friends Bookshop. I’m planning to stop by the week of release and sign all the orders before they ship them out (plus I’ll be stuffing envelopes with some pre-order goodies)!

PRE-ORDER GIVEN OUR HISTORY

And of course, Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts is available now! Just because it’s not “me” doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy it.

BUY SEVEN RULES FOR BREAKING HEARTS

What was the point of me putting all this into a newsletter? I guess I just wanted to give myself permission to be transparent about my writing journey. Becoming a published author means becoming a public figure, and in some ways, that alone contributes to this feeling that I’m not being true to myself. I don’t want to have to bottle up my feelings toward my own work for the sake of appearances—which is, ironically, one of the core themes of Seven Rules for Breaking Hearts. If you’re drafting this NaNoWriMo, I hope you’re able to draft something that you’re truly passionate about, and worry about the marketability later.

Cheers,

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