Journey in Progress – The Life and Writings of a Maybe YA Author

So, this is my first blog and not just on this website, but ever. Mayb tracking-cookies e I should have called this blog “38-year-old Grandma in Progress” because I’m not exactly social media savvy. (I also just recently discovered twitter @klkranes.) My husband and daughter constantly tell me I’m turning into my technology-phobic mother.

Actua thumbs-up lly, if you’re reading this, you may be wondering why I did choose this blog title. Well, first, if you’re reading this, you’re probably a member of my family. (So, hi family, thanks for supporting me, especially you, mom.)

I realize “Journey in Progress – The Life and Writings of a Maybe YA Author” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. But, it seemed appropriate. My book is The Travelers – travel/journey, I’m sure you already got that connection. Also, in gener choc-spice-pudding-bartaco al, I feel like I’m a person in progress. I’m always growing. Sometimes I’m just growing bigger because I ate too much chocolate. But most of the time I feel like I’m learning something new, becoming a better person and writer. Occasionally, admittedly, I also get dumber. Like yesterday, when I couldn’t remember the word for microwave. So, I suppose I’m a little like an intellectual Alice in Wonderland.

Mostly, right now at least, I feel “in progress” because I’ve written a YA book and a publisher accepted it. I’ve reviewed my third proof of The Travelers. Now I’m waiting for those final steps to be complete before publishing. Sometimes I even think that it never will get published, like some great catastrophe will happen and wipe my book from existence.

anxiety-girl Seriously, I think like this. In fact, not that long ago, I didn’t hear from my publisher for about a week and concocted elaborate paranoid delusions about how the publisher suddenly disappeared and my book would stay in this state of limbo forever. Let’s just say in that week I made great strides in my technology prowess thanks to an extreme case of cyber stalking. I think I’ve mentally recovered now from the bout of craziness.