I write this from a hotel room in NYC, where I’m visiting colleges with my daughter. One minute she was a toddler, playing with Barbies and clomping through the living room in my heels. Now she’s about to head off to a new, exciting life…without me.
I keep telling myself that it’s not an ending, but a new beginning. For her, for me and her father, for our family. And as scary as new beginnings can be, moving on to something new and exciting is also an adventure.
So, too, for Women Unplugged. We Women are moving on, but at the same time, we’re not going anywhere. You’ll still find us on social media and our websites. We’ll still be sitting pretty on bookshelves in your local stores. We’ll be in lots of places, just not here.
It’s not an ending, but a new beginning.
Thanks for reading all these years. We sure hope to see you again.
Four and a half years ago, a group of women embarked on a blogging adventure where we’d chat about our books, lives, kids, men, old dogs (as opposed to men) new adventures, and food. When we started, I had only met one of the original six women in person. But as we’ve gone through this journey, I feel like I know them–and the others who’ve joined us since–extremely well through their blog posts. Some I’ve been fortunate enough to meet at conferences or author events. Others are valued Facebook friends who I hope to meet someday.
Today marks my final post on Women Unplugged. Over these past years I’ve blogged about my journey as an author–including that magic moment when I got a book deal! I’ve also told you all about my kids and their adventures growing into adulthood. I’ve written about the sadness of my old dog leaving me and the fun (?) of a new puppy in the house. I’ve introduced you to my amazing book club–Talking Volumes–and some fabulous new authors. We’ve talked about football, the junk drawer, and music. It’s been a lot of fun.
But what started as a group of authors standing on the cusp of publication is now a group of women who have achieved some success on that road and who need to focus on other projects. The good news: None of us are going far. I’m on Facebook every day. (I have giveaways on Friday so you might want to stop by today and LIKE my page.) You can also get the latest scoop by going to my website and signing up for my newsletter. I promise I won’t spam you! And each month, I pick one subscriber to win an autographed book, so there’s a little incentive for you!
I’m still blogging each week over on the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You should stop by and check it out. We talk about sports and how it relates to romance. I try to give some recommended romance reads that go along with that day’s topic. There might even be a picture of a hot guy once in a while. You can also find me in the Romancing the Jock Facebook group and on the blog of the same name. If you like sports romance, that’s the place to be.
I’d love to meet in person, maybe share a cupcake and chat about books. I’ll be at a variety of reader events and conferences in 2016–including RT in April. Check out the events page on my website for more details. Or sign up to be a member of the Blaze street team. We’re always drafting new members to read and review ARCs and share on social media. Email me at tracy (at) tracysolheim (dot) com if you want to join the team.
My eighth (!) book comes out in a few weeks and it features a hot triathlete who’s running for Congress in his home town of Chances Inlet. (You’ll remember that town from FOOLISH GAMES and BACK TO BEFORE.) RT gave it 4 1/2 stars and named it as a Top Pick for March! Here’s the scoop:
Even love might not prove strong enough to save a man’s promising future from a woman’s hidden past…
All he ever fought for…
Aspiring congressman Miles McAlister has dreamed of representing his hometown of Chances Inlet, North Carolina, since he was a boy. So when he’s asked to help run his mother’s bed and breakfast he moves home and rolls out his campaign at the same time. But political stardom isn’t a given, especially when he’s expected to compromise the very ideals he’s trying to uphold. Making matters worse is the inn’s stubborn, and distractingly beautiful cook. He’s loved and lost before, so falling for Lori Hunt is not part of his plan.
All she ever feared…
Lori just wants to do her job and be left alone until she can safely move on. The last thing she needs is to get involved with her boss’s son. Miles proves to be too sexy to ignore, however. Their heated fling elicits feelings deeper than either anticipated. But everything about Lori is a lie. She’s harboring a secret that will destroy Miles’s career, and when the truth gets out it’s going to shock Chances Inlet to its core, forcing Miles to make the hardest decision of his life.
You can pre-order a copy of ALL THEY EVER WANTED now at these fine book sellers:
Thanks for hanging out with us these past few years! It’s been fun sharing the journey with you all. Be sure to find me on social media and we’ll keep the conversation going.
Back when my kids were little, my biggest worry was that they’d choke on a marble. Then they started walking to school, and every time I watched them disappear around the corner, a not-so-tiny part of me worried they wouldn’t come back. Then came bikes, then cars, then airplanes and who knows what else when I’m not looking. The worries only get bigger, all the bad things that could happen scarier.
This is not a post about how to handle those fears. In fact, if you know the answer, please tell me, because my best solution is to try not to think of all the ways things can take a turn for the worst. One thing I do know for sure is that, if you think about them too much, your fears will make you crazy.
But fears aren’t reality, and physical safety isn’t the only danger kids face. What about bullies? What about injustice and intolerance? What about heartbreak?
Without throwing my daughter’s business into the big, wide world, let me just say that someone in a position of authority disappointed her. Big time. And it broke my heart to see how much this person’s careless actions broke hers.
I can teach my kids to keep their fingers out of the sockets. I can teach them to not run into traffic and about stranger danger. But I can’t unbreak my daughter’s heart, and that kills me. The only thing I can do is help her deal with this disappointment, because here’s another thing I know for sure: this won’t be the first time.