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And... exhale. Book two in the bag. Done? Maybe. Ready for other eyes? Definitely. Stay tuned.

Not My Fault, 2024 Finalist: Teen fiction.
So grateful. A million, trillion thanks.

Not My Fault has been named a Finalist in the 2024 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. Indeed a proud moment on this self-publishing journey. A heartfelt thanks to the judges for the acknowledgement.

Hi there!
Knowing there are so many amazing books and established authors to choose from, my primary goal as an independently-published debut author is to get Not My Fault into the hands (and hearts) of anyone interested. So if the print version is listed as temporarily out of stock on Amazon, don't fret. It is always available in print at the BookBaby online store (link on my website) and if there are international costs involved for you, let me know. The ebook version should always be available at most retailers.
My secondary goal is to (obviously) build up feedback in the form of ratings and/or reviews to help others decide if they should check it out. A big thanks again to everyone who has already taken a chance on this story, and double the thanks if you've taken the time to leave encouraging feedback. I feel this could be the beginning of a lasting friendship...
*If you're a town or school librarian and interested in print copies, please send me a message.*

Cheers!

New work in progress. Phew.
This time it's music biz dreams, ripped at the seams.
A love/hate/love story, whatever that means.
Stay tuned...

Sigh. To edit or not to edit. No thought is safe. Every sentence will get rehashed, restructured, reimagined. This post has already been reworked twice and will most likely be stripped at least ten more times. And I haven't even said anything yet. After posting, I'll probably regret some part of this (like the way I used the word "masterful" in too many of my reviews) and I'll cringe at my lack of awareness.
Writing songs, I lose hours, days, weeks stressing over a single word or rhyme. And once released, that word haunts me indefinitely. As a novelist, the words are less exact, more strung like a necklace. Tone is my primary concern.
Both self-editing and professional editing are important, to varying degrees, and can make something good, great. But can editing make something bad, better? Um, you can't really polish a turd, but the great thing about spending more time with a craft is that the self-editing function becomes more efficient. So, hopefully less turds. This statement is both obvious and crude, but I won't edit it out because it injects a hint of jocularity. Should I though?
We'll see when I read it back tomorrow.
(eye roll)

Life is like a charm bracelet. Some years are beautiful and delicate, catching the light in just the right way. Others are clunkier than the rest, heavy reminders we are forced to fiddle with from time to time. And some fall off completely, leaving us with a sense of longing, making them more important in their absence.
I've never actually worn a charm bracelet- I'm just guessing.

Get the ebook now for just a buck ninety-nine :) If you haven't yet checked out Not My Fault, now's the time. And you can use that other buck towards another feel bad/feel good coming-of-age story. Cheers. Tell me what you think.

Feeling like the new kid again after all these years has been a real challenge for me. Both exciting and scary, I'm learning a new space, new community, new rules.
So... just an awkward thanks to anyone stopping by, and especially to those who have checked out Not My Fault and taken the time to give honest feedback. I'm both grateful and encouraged.
Cheers,
Sabelle

I love you, printed word, I swear. It's just that in order to consume even half of the wonderful books I desire, I have to work them into my actual life. You're my first choice in bed, in my yellow swivel chair with coffee, on the beach. But Audible allows me to drive, run, even do laundry without losing precious time and stories. Please know there is room for you both in my life. Oh, and then there's the writing...ugh.