I have a confession to make. I’ve never blogged before. Not even once.The truth is, I don’t have a very bloggable life. So if you’re expecting stories of my latest shopping spree at Nordstroms during which I spent thousands of dollars on shoes … well, you’re going to be disappointed. See, I’m a mom. And not one of those sophisticated moms with a nanny to take care of her kids either. My day-to-day grind consists of filling sippy cups, changing diapers and kissing booboos intermixed with trying to eek out a few pages of writing during the odd moment when both kids are distracted. On a good day the most exciting thing that happens is I realize there are enough leftovers in the fridge that I won’t have to cook dinner. (Woohoo, tonight is such a night!) Behold, the glamorous life of the professional writer.
However on Tuesday something truly exciting did happen. While I was off folding laundry, the UPS guy dropped a package on my doorstep. A box of books from Harlequin/Silhouette. My author copies of my latest book, Baby on the Billionaire’s Doorstep. Getting my author copies is always my favorite part of the whole writing process. After all the months of work, all the revisions and line edits, all the waiting, one day, this magical box of books just appears on my doorstep. My heart leaps every time I see a box with those four Harlequin diamonds printed on the side.
Getting my author copies of this book was particularly exciting because this is the first book I’ve written with a child in it. (I’ve had pregnant heroines before, but no babies until now.) Usually I identify more strongly with my heroine, but with this book, I felt a strong connection with the hero, Dex Messina, who unexpectedly finds himself caring for the five month old baby girl he didn’t know he had. This baby completely turns his life upside down and he’s amazed at how quickly he falls in love with his daughter.
That’s pretty much how it happened with me too. Before my husband and I decided to have kids, I wasn’t even sure I wanted them. And frankly, I had serious doubts about my abilities as a Mom. I just wasn’t sure I’d “take” to motherhood. No time to myself? All day alone with kids? Humming that tune you can’t get out of your head that you later realize is the theme to Blue’s Clues? Or—most embarrassing of all—asking your adult friend if she needs to stop and use the potty?
Let’s face it: motherhood is rife with challenges and humiliations. But the truth is, I love it. And I loved writing about a hero falling in love with being a father.
P.S. I’m running a contest on my website. Be sure to stop by for a chance to win a one of two $50 gift cards from Amazon.com.