I have moved: Sara-Fawkes.com

I am Sara Fawkes. I write books. Some of them are about billionaires. Some have college-aged heroes and heroines trying to figure out their lives. Some are about bikers and the trials of being a modern day outlaw.

I no longer post here because I have created my own website:

http://www.sara-fawkes.com

I’ve mirrored my posts from the other site through today, but from now longer will not be posting on this WordPress blog. I’ll definitely miss some of the functionality and extras I get from a WP.com blog, but I really enjoy having my own website address. ;) I very much hope that you all will follow me over there and keep up with my books and future releases. Thank you for being part of my journey up until this point!!! *HUGS*

The ultimate Snippet Saturday?

I posted this up to Facebook and Twitter, but I guess it won’t be an “official” Saturday Snippet until there’s a blog post. ;) It’s only 6pm here in California, but heck with it.

It’s already Saturday somewhere, right? :D :D

*~*

Jeremiah took my hand in his and laid a kiss on one knuckle. “You know that I love you, right?”

He was staring at me intently, as if trying to gauge my expression. I lifted my arms around his neck, tilting my head to one side. “Of course I do.” It was a silly question, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“I’m not one for big showy gestures, and I tend to get it wrong when it comes to the romance department.”

“I’d have to disagree with that assessment,” I added, making a big deal of looking around the room and all our guests, but he wasn’t finished.

“I can’t imagine ever loving anyone as much as I love you, and there’s nobody on this planet I’d rather spend my life with.”

As Jeremiah slowly sank down to one knee and reached inside his pocket, I clapped my hands over my mouth. I couldn’t tell if the guests had grown quiet, or if I’d just tuned them out. All I saw was the man I loved kneeling before me, opening a small white velvet box.

“Lucy Delacourt,” Jeremiah said, presenting me with the largest diamond ring I’d seen in my life, “will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Surprise! Look who's coming home for dinner!

dingo

…wait, huh?!

And thus, we somehow managed to welcome a new pup into our household.

Even now, I’m still a little bit shocked by how fast it all happened. Who is this tiger-striped shadow that won’t leave my side?!

I’ve been spoiled these last few years by a wonderful, if very codependent, small dog, so the sudden arrival of a giant (not housebroken, over-excited, BIG appetite, uncouth) puppy has me a tad twitchy. No more so than Dixie, who’s no longer queen of the roost and has to *gasp!* compete for attention! Oh, the insanity!!!


Mommy save me!!


I’m laying on the floor tonight in protest!


…okay so the bed is safer than the ground. But I’m not cuddling, no way! …okay maybe a little.

All of my dogs have been rescues, but never quite in this way. Exuberance aside though, he’s a great dog – he found his way quickly into my heart. He likes to lay behind me in the office, content to stay close. The minute I stand up however, it’s PLAY TIME!!

Heh, the Dude’s a little jealous, Dingo likes me better.

Not that I’m gloating or anything. :D

Surprise! Look who’s coming home for dinner!

dingo

…wait, huh?!

And thus, we somehow managed to welcome a new pup into our household.

Even now, I’m still a little bit shocked by how fast it all happened. Who is this tiger-striped shadow that won’t leave my side?!

I’ve been spoiled these last few years by a wonderful, if very codependent, small dog, so the sudden arrival of a giant (not housebroken, over-excited, BIG appetite, uncouth) puppy has me a tad twitchy. No more so than Dixie, who’s no longer queen of the roost and has to *gasp!* compete for attention! Oh, the insanity!!!


Mommy save me!!


I’m laying on the floor tonight in protest!


…okay so the bed is safer than the ground. But I’m not cuddling, no way! …okay maybe a little.

All of my dogs have been rescues, but never quite in this way. Exuberance aside though, he’s a great dog – he found his way quickly into my heart. He likes to lay behind me in the office, content to stay close. The minute I stand up however, it’s PLAY TIME!!

Heh, the Dude’s a little jealous, Dingo likes me better.

Not that I’m gloating or anything. :D

The "myth" of writer's block…

I never used to believe in “writer’s block.” Part of me still doesn’t want to think it exists, that its something we writers have to power through. There have been times in the past where a story has been difficult for me, where I didn’t know what happened next. I rarely had a deadline or readers waiting, it was just me and the characters trying to figure out what adventure they’d find next. I could take as much time as I wanted to figure it out, and invariably I did.

I’ve always written. My mother still has “books” I made from preschool about dinosaurs and horses and other fun stuff. Being able to make up stories, bring to life interesting characters and situations, was something I loved, something I wanted to do for a living. Several months ago, I was finally able to get that dream, quitting my day job to focus solely on my craft. I thought it would be smooth sailing from here on out, doing something I loved so much.

The last month has shown me otherwise.
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