And the buck stops here….

Alright, after some soul-searching, I decided to release the Sex and the Angel Mommy series as a book. A paid book. I figured if you really want to know how I’m doing, you’ll pay for it. Think of me as your personal prostitute.

This decision was based on a few of things. One, I got a little uncomfortable seeing the number of blog subscriptions within the past two weeks and I’m sure that has nothing to do with me being a writer and being totally awesome. And even the blog hits today also had nothing to do with a sneak peek. When you have 500+ hits but only one comment, that tells me there are people out there more interested in watching the train wreck than offering support.

Secondly, this decision was also brought on by the fact I was uncomfortable last night seeing people I don’t even talk to (or like for that matter) re-subscribing to the blog and yet, not one word of support was offered from them. Geez, thanks. I hate to disappoint you but there’s no train wreck here. Nor will there ever be one.

Third, I’m not an expert. What happened was awful and I wish it didn’t occur. Still, I don’t want anyone to look at what I’m going through and see what I’m doing is a means of normal. What works for me, may not work for you. There are different ways of handling grief. I just happened to be in the public eye.

Ugh.boo.hiss.

Unfortunately, the recluse in me came back out so no more talk of my pregnancy, my son, or anything remotely personal will be mentioned for now on.What that means for the Sex and the Married Woman series is to be determined. I apologize for the inconvenience but the less you know about Vera, the person, the happier I’ll be. And you all want a happy Vera.

And there you have it,

-V.