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As I write this I have been a full time author for one week. It’s also now the long summer school holidays in Australia, so I’m also a full time mum. Lots of authors dream of that day when they can resign from the day job. For some it is harder than others. Hubby and I had agreed on the amount I needed to be making to quit after I sold the Shadowlands trilogy. However making the jump was still scary. What if I never get another contract? The idea has crossed my mind more than once. Paranormal romance isn’t as hot as it was. Contemporary is the new favorite. What if I run out of ideas? Probably unlikely but what if the pressure of staying home and writing causes crippling writers block? While ‘what if’ is usually very useful, if not essential to the writer, when it comes to big decisions it can create fear. Lots of fear. However I did it. I handed in my notice and crossed my fingers. As soon as I’d done it I felt so relived and excited to be on a new path. Then something happen...

Me, checking out a future roads project Let's hope orange isn't really the new black because orange suits very few people (I’m not one of those people, I know this because I’ve worn my share of fluorescent vests for the day job). However I think I’d look good in a Tough Mudder headband, so in 10 days I will be slogging my through 20km of obstacles earning a coveted orange headband.   Now he looks good in orange ;) While I’m in my final week of training you could be going in the draw to win an ARC of this lovely orange book, Lord of the Hunt .  These two seemingly unrelated orange things actually have a lot on common. Me. Orange. Guys with muscles (I’m sure there will be plenty at Tough Mudder). A start, an end…there will probably even be a black moment about 15 km in where I feel like giving up because I’ll never make it… But you don’t have to crawl through mud, jump in an ice bath or get zapped to win an ARC all you have to do is leave a comment (I ...

You may have noticed that I've been scarce around the Casababes lately. No, it has nothing to do with any of you wonderful ladies, or our fabulous readers. Sadly, it's this wicked thing the proverbial "they" call a Day Job. After waaaaay too many years out of the full time office job pool (let's face it, Mommyhood is a full time job like no other), I've finally taken the plunge back in. Unfortunately, there was no dabbling my toe in to see if the water was warm. No, I did the Nestea Plunge! In my defense, however, I will say that I was tricked. See, my buddy, Joe, whom I've worked with in the past in my part-time/get-me-out-of-the-house-so-I-have-an-excuse-not-to-clean capacity, called me up last July. "Hey, Jude," (I'll wait why you sing the rest of the chorus from the Beatles' song... like I've never heard THAT before...) "I'm with this start-up company that is growing faster than we can follow it and we really need someone...