Author Torture

It turns out this whole “getting published thing” is a lot of fun. And work. But also fun. There’s really nothing quite as motivating as a scary deadline (Pwned comes out June 20!), and I’ve gotten an astonishing amount of editing and revision done in the last week.

As for my favorite thing so far? It’s a toss-up. Cover design is a lot of fun. I don’t have graphic design skills, so I’ve had the pleasure of working with several graphic design students who have blown me away so far.

Seriously, it’s incredible to watch these people work. How their brains can take a concept and turn it into a cover that makes your heart beat faster because it’s so cool looking. And what’s even cooler is they’ve all done something different with the design. I’ve told them all the same thing about the book, and they’ve all come up with different cover design ideas.

I’m going to need help picking a cover, and that’s where you folks come in. As soon as all the drafts are done, I’ll post the final versions here with a poll. Y’all can eyeball the cover designs and tell me which one you think takes the cake.

Speaking of cake…

This weekend, one of my friends is taking my official author photo for me and I’m excited, nervous, excited, terrified, and excited (making me want to eat cake, because I enjoy eating my feelings). I don’t mind having my photo taken as a rule, I’m just nervous because I don’t know how to “act.” You know, like an author.

Author photos vary so widely. Some are grave, others are happy, some are awkward, and still more are posed. I don’t know poses!

How do I look relaxed?! What if my smile looks all weird and stiff and people looking at the photo think I look crazy and then don’t buy the book?!

Speaking of that, why is it even necessary to put a photo of the author in the book in the first place? Is this some kind of bizarre torture for writers? We write. We sit behind computers and tells stories. If we wanted people looking at our faces, we’d be in a different business.

What this post basically boils down to is the following: Cover art contest coming soon, you guys are the judges. Author photo coming soon, gulp.

We should all brace ourselves.


Today is my 26th birthday. Staunchly in my mid-twenties, I feel really good. I know it’s de rigeur to feel something of an existential crisis during a mid-twenties birthday (who am I? What am I doing with my life? What do I want to be when I grow up? Oh dear cracker sandwiches, AM I GROWN UP ALREADY?!) but I feel good.

25 was a fun age for me. I got a little more comfortable wearing my mom jeans (both figuratively and literally. Figuratively because I got a little more practice being a mom, literally because I wear jeans {thereby making them a mom’s jeans} and I lost weight so they’re looser and more comfortable), I wrote two novels, and had a blast existing. My life is a lot of fun. And laundry. But more fun.

I have high hopes for age 26. My first novel is getting published next month (June 20!!!), we have plans to try to add another tiny human to our family, I might just make it down to 170 lbs before said additional tiny human makes my weight shoot right back up again. I think this next year is going to be awesome.

In 26 years I’ve gone from this…To this…And I think that’s pretty cool.

The Quest for Skinny Erika Week 16

There was a time, not too long ago, that I was posting pictures every other week of my embiggening preggers belly. And now I’m posting pictures of my shrinking belly. Funny how goals change depending on where you’re at in life.

As of this week I’m officially in the 170’s. Weighing in at 179.6 lbs means I’m less than ten pounds away from my goal weight, which I think is just bananas. When I decided on 170 as my goal weight, I thought it was a nonsense number.

I can’t ever remember being that weight, and now I’m within spitting distance of it? What the WHAT?!

I don’t have high hopes for this upcoming week of weight loss, though. I injured my knee late last week, then caught a nasty cold, so I haven’t exercised much. I feel like a huge slacker, but it’s not like I licked the sink at a public restroom to catch this cold, is it?

That’s rather a gross example. Please forgive me.

Anyway, let’s celebrate this week’s weight loss and just pretend next week’s weigh-in is a figment of my imagination! Especially since tomorrow is my birthday! And birthdays means YUM!

If you’re so inclined, please check out my post for Fitness Together Sammamish. I talk about choosing a weight loss plan that works as a sustainable lifestyle. It helps, I promise!

The Quest for Skinny Erika Week 15

This was an awesome week for weight loss. I’d been a bit upset to find I gained a pound the week after being sick. Yes, I lost 2.2 pounds thanks to the stomach flu but then I gained a pound back the next week despite exercising and eating well. Boo.

Then, this week, I decided to take it up a notch. In addition to my six workouts that week, I added three walks pushing a stroller. The walks ranged between two and four miles, and I was hoping they would get me back on the road to weight loss.

When I stepped on the scale for my weekly weigh-in, I did a double-take. Surely, surely, the scale could not be correct. It said I lost three pounds.

Three. Pounds.

That was cause for celebration! I did a happy dance right there in the personal training studio and it didn’t embarrass me a bit because 182.4 pound people don’t get embarrassed over stuff like that.

For my post for Fitness Together Sammamish this week, I talk about how empowering it is to know I have control over my weight. To know that if I eat less and exercise more, I’ll look better.

Head on over and check it out, if you have some time!

Don’t Be Scared!

Things look different around here, but don’t be alarmed! It’s just a little facelift for my blog. I’ve wanted a new look for a little while now, and while shopping for themes for my author website (coming soon!) I found this one and couldn’t resist.

So there you go.

I like it! What do you think?