As the year of dreams comes to an end…

2014 began with dreams aplenty. My first book, Bondage Anniversary, was released to the public January 3rd. As the year comes to an end, five more have joined it on the book store shelves. My son, who turned twenty-one this year, has three on the market and two other series in the works. Our aspirations of following in EL James’s footsteps never came to fruition though.

Yet we continue to write, not to get rich, but because stories continue to fill our heads and demand to be put on paper…or computer screens as the case may be.

Reviews have been both uplifting and down right mean. I tell myself not to look, but I still do. Part of me is still that little girl who wants to be loved by everyone. Each time I get a less than favorable rating, I wonder what I could have done differently, but I don’t stop. Writing is a part of me and I hope it always will be.

But life is multifaceted and storytelling is only a small part of what makes the world go round. This year we’ve been blessed with a new member of our family, a beautiful baby girl was born to my nephew and his sweet wife. Sadly we’ve lost others. Their deaths were unexpected and heart wrenching. We weren’t prepared to say goodbye so soon and there’s a void we can’t seem to fill.

It seems each year our jobs become a little more harried. Do more with less seems to be the running theme. Yet we persevere.

And when life gets a little too strong to handle alone, we lean on each other. Our family unit has been on a hell of a roller coaster this year. We’ve each faced personal challenges that seemed too difficult to manage and they might¬†have been had we faced them alone. But we aren’t alone. We are a family. Through good times and bad we stand together. We have each other’s back. I know that like I know the sun will rise in the morning. It may at times be obscured by clouds, but it’s there.

I have no idea what 2015 has in store for us. I pray that it’s kind. I will say I face the coming year with a bit more trepidation than I had this time last year. One by one I watched our plans fizzle like a bad bottle rocket. ¬†But whatever the new year brings, we’ll face it together.

From the Carson family to yours here’s wishing 2015 blows your socks off.