Jackie Kittredge is the consummate drama queen living the charmed life. She’s enthusiastic, outspoken, and is always looking for a good time. At twenty-seven she’s got a swanky Seattle townhouse, a wealthy husband, a designer wardrobe, the best of girlfriends, and a calendar filled not with meetings and deadlines, but spa appointments and happy hour reminders. On the outside, she’s got it all.
On the inside, though, Jackie’s charmed life isn’t as it seems. She’s seeing a therapist, battling the demons of coming from a broken home and a past of promiscuity and heavy drinking. She can be selfish and demanding, sometimes even wearing her best friends thin. And now her marriage—what she thought could be her solid foundation—is on the rocks. Her husband Andrew spends nearly all his time at the office (and possibly with his secretary), and apologizes for his absence with lavish gifts and empty promises.
Miserable and desperate, Jackie questions if her marriage is worth fighting for. Then a string of events begins to put things into perspective…into a perspective she didn’t quite anticipate. With her best friends by her side and some tough love, Jackie finds herself not only asking if she’s where she belongs, but if she’s who she’s supposed to be.
This is a passionate story about having to answer some of life’s most important and difficult questions. It’s a story about fear, courage, and personal growth. About what happens when girlfriends let go.
I used to remember my dreams more often when I was younger, especially when I was a teenager (which definitely came in handy as I was always writing some short story, novel, or poem then). Post the inspiring dream, I’d often bound out of bed in the middle of the night, reach for my nearby “when I’m dreaming journal,” and pen away my ideas. Those were spectacular moments because often a piece of the dream could be used for a scene or a character in one of my stories.
For the past handful of years, however, I wake up half the time wondering if I even dreamed at all (which I know isn’t possible—everyone dreams). The other half of the time I vaguely remember something about my dreams. Usually what I do recall is just an emotion: I’m happy because I must have had a good dream, or I’m excited, scared, or (perhaps because I must have been James Bond’s sexy sidekick spy) on alert. I wish I could attach these emotions to the events of my dreams but with age (I’m officially one year deeper into that journey today!) I seem to be losing my knack for dreaming productively.
In any event, my daydreams supply me with most all the material I need to pen a new novel. (The other material comes courtesy of the victims of my people-watching and eavesdropping moments.) I find that most of my ideas for novels come from daydreams in the shower, while sweeping or dusting, occasionally when I’m scrubbing the toilet (anything to distract from scrubbing toilets is favorable). In fact, I stumbled upon a premise for an entirely new novel while doing my round of sit-ups and crunches last night. Characters, place, opening scene, driving force for protagonist, a good hunk of the dramatic middle… I struck gold. Hip-hip-hooray. I haven’t had that great a workout in months!
I read something recently about how the mind goes into creative mode when it’s sunk in the mundane, such as when you’re cleaning (or, in my case, doing crunches). Makes sense why a flurry of ideas rush forward; characters park a seat on my shoulders, poking me to write their stories one way; scene ideas cause me to consider events to turn in other directions. I suppose I shouldn’t be too down and out on those toilet scrubbing moments (or those murderous crunches). Turns out they’re the impetus to many of my novels.
Thank you for stopping by on my Chick Lit Plus tour of When Girlfriends Let Go. And thank you so much for hosting me, Suzy!
P.S.: The first three novels in the When Girlfriends series are currently on a limited-time 99 cent sale at Amazon, B&N, iBookstore, and Kobo: When Girlfriends Collection, Books 1-3. So add another ebook to your summer bookshelf, grab a fruity drink, relax in the sun, and celebrate female friendship!
And don’t forget to enter to *WIN* some fun prizes here via Rafflecopter, including some fabulous GIFT CARDS! Entries are super easy.
For the past handful of years, however, I wake up half the time wondering if I even dreamed at all (which I know isn’t possible—everyone dreams). The other half of the time I vaguely remember something about my dreams. Usually what I do recall is just an emotion: I’m happy because I must have had a good dream, or I’m excited, scared, or (perhaps because I must have been James Bond’s sexy sidekick spy) on alert. I wish I could attach these emotions to the events of my dreams but with age (I’m officially one year deeper into that journey today!) I seem to be losing my knack for dreaming productively.
In any event, my daydreams supply me with most all the material I need to pen a new novel. (The other material comes courtesy of the victims of my people-watching and eavesdropping moments.) I find that most of my ideas for novels come from daydreams in the shower, while sweeping or dusting, occasionally when I’m scrubbing the toilet (anything to distract from scrubbing toilets is favorable). In fact, I stumbled upon a premise for an entirely new novel while doing my round of sit-ups and crunches last night. Characters, place, opening scene, driving force for protagonist, a good hunk of the dramatic middle… I struck gold. Hip-hip-hooray. I haven’t had that great a workout in months!
I read something recently about how the mind goes into creative mode when it’s sunk in the mundane, such as when you’re cleaning (or, in my case, doing crunches). Makes sense why a flurry of ideas rush forward; characters park a seat on my shoulders, poking me to write their stories one way; scene ideas cause me to consider events to turn in other directions. I suppose I shouldn’t be too down and out on those toilet scrubbing moments (or those murderous crunches). Turns out they’re the impetus to many of my novels.
Thank you for stopping by on my Chick Lit Plus tour of When Girlfriends Let Go. And thank you so much for hosting me, Suzy!
P.S.: The first three novels in the When Girlfriends series are currently on a limited-time 99 cent sale at Amazon, B&N, iBookstore, and Kobo: When Girlfriends Collection, Books 1-3. So add another ebook to your summer bookshelf, grab a fruity drink, relax in the sun, and celebrate female friendship!
And don’t forget to enter to *WIN* some fun prizes here via Rafflecopter, including some fabulous GIFT CARDS! Entries are super easy.
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