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June 26, 2018

Long time no see, friends, neighbors, random-blog passers-by.

So. Not going to lie—2017 was a bad year for me. It was a bad year for a lot of people and for my whole country, but personally? Yeah, it was an all around suck fest.

I’ve had the next post in my series, Turkey Basting, queued for well over a year and a half—probably closer to two at this point. I remember writing it. I’d dropped off the tank that stored my donor’s sperm, and I was sitting in the hospital’s cafeteria, waiting for my insemination appointment. I think it was my third attempt.

I was beginning to really come to terms with the fact motherhood might not happen for me. Logically, I always knew this, and I was mostly sanguine with it. I’m a woman of limited means, and I knew I couldn’t try forever. I’ve always prized myself on being a realist. I haven’t ever pinned my every hope and dream on being a mother—in fact, there are many things I want more than motherhood—but I was surprised at just how draining the cycle of overcoming infertility was on my psyche.

On top of coming to terms with that, 2017 held a lot of change for me. A lot of upheaval. I’m a homeowner now. It wasn’t my first choice, as my financial situation was already tight where I was and got exponentially tighter with a mortgage. The situations that led to the change were fraught with varying levels of bad juju.

In other words, fun to be had on all fronts—emotional, economical, etc.

I’m happy to report that 2018 is, in so many ways, treating me better. I finished another book. It’s with an editor for first round edits, so you’ll be hearing about it soon. My other books will be put on sale in the next few days.

Oh, and I’m currently five months pregnant. My alien unit with two healthy X chromosomes is due in late October. I’ll save that story for my Turkey Basting adventures, though.

See you guys really soon.

Spaces Between Notes is Live!

October 27, 2016

ebookcoversbnbyks2Spaces Between Notes is live and available for purchase on Amazon. Pick up your copy today.

Spaces Between Notes on Amazon.

Read what others are saying about Spaces Between Notes on GooodReads.

Also, to celebrate my new book, remember that my other three books are available for free through tomorrow.

Finding Purgatory on Amazon

Duplicity on Amazon

One to Tell the Grandkids on Amazon

 

Buy One, Get Three Free!

October 24, 2016

Actually, you don’t have to buy anything to get free books.To celebrate my new book, my three previous books are available absolutely free for the next five days.

Check out my books, Duplicity, One to Tell the Grandkids, and Finding Purgatory free here on Amazon.

Pre-order Spaces Between Notes here.

Spaces Between Notes Release Date and Pre-Order Link

October 21, 2016

My fourth book, Spaces Between Notes, finally has a release date. Pre-Order Spaces Between Notes here, and it will be delivered to your Kindle on 10/27.

On release day, my other three books, Duplicity, One to Tell The Grandkids, and Finding Purgatory, will be available at discounted rates.

You can read reviews for Spaces Between Notes on Goodreads.

Spaces Between Notes Cover Reveal and ARC Request

October 3, 2016

First, if you’re interested in an ARC (advanced reader’s copy) in exchange for an honest review, fill out the Spaces Between Notes ARC request form here.

Now, my gorgeous cover. Are you ready? Mina is a true artist.

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More news including release information will be up soon. I’m so excited for this.Please fill out the form if you’re interested in an advance copy.

Book News

October 2, 2016

It’s that time again. I’m getting ready to release my fourth book. This book will be called Spaces Between Notes. I’ll be doing the cover reveal later today (or tomorrow for those of us on the West coast) along with an ARC sign up.

For now, I’ll leave you with the summary:

Nikolai Amorosa is one of those men’s men. You know the type—allergic to feelings, couldn’t have a heartfelt discussion if he tried, which he never did. Then, he lost his voice, and any chance of communication went out the window.

Unable to speak or otherwise interact with anyone, Niko’s anger was off the charts. It could’ve been worse; he could’ve been in jail. Instead, he found himself doing construction on Carys Harper’s house. Carys talked—a lot—both with her voice and her hands. She was also at the beck and call of her deaf little brother, Benny, which drove Niko nine kinds of crazy. Not that he would’ve said anything, even if he could.

Something else that drove him crazy? Carys was stubborn. She wouldn’t let him wallow.More than that, she seemed to hear all the things he couldn’t say. She understood him like she understood music. She heard what existed in the spaces between notes. She knew that sometimes silence screams the loudest.

It Takes A Village

May 22, 2016

Sorry about the delay between posts. Life got all…lifey. Go figure, right?

After my initial appointment with the infertility doc and her vampiric practice (eleven vials of blood…I’m pretty sure she’s feeding her habit), I made an appointment with a social worker at my doctor’s request. Now, remember, Kaiser Permanente is my medical provider. They’re all about preventative care, which is something I appreciate. In this case, the idea is to make sure I’ve thought of all the basics and that I know what my resources are.

What are the basics of deciding to have a baby? Well, money, for one. But we’ve talked about this. I don’t have a lot of it. However, lots of people have raised amazing children on much less than I have. I do have a steady and secure job with reasonable prospects for bettering my position. I’m also an author. Self-published, but hey, it pays a few bills. Curious? Check me out: Kristina M. Sanchez on Amazon.

People keep asking me what I’m going to do about child care, and I don’t get the point of that question. Day Care was always going to be a reality for my child. Even if I had a choice—which I don’t—day care would be the way to go. Mommy has writing to do, kiddo. I’m one of those people who doesn’t think that’s a bad thing. My kid knowing they can rely on someone other than Mommy? I’m okay with it. Here’s the only thing I know about who’s going to take care of my kid while I’m at work: he or she is going to love Baby. Not like me. No one is going to love this kid like their mother, but they’re going to be well cared for. Just don’t ask me about the money, because I have no idea yet.

The social worker asked about my support system.

Meet the family

MommyAndMeThis is my mother. My mother is a rock-star. This is a chick who, in the sixties, fought the State of California when they said she couldn’t have a promotion because she was a woman and won. We have our moments. What child doesn’t have a complex relationship with their parent? But my mother is aces. Boy or girl, I want my kid to grow up like my mother: strong, fierce, independent, and always able to pick herself up when the world pushed her down. Despite significant struggle, my mother has raised three children, is well traveled, and has always had an interesting career. One of the reasons I’m so keen on having my children now is so that they’ll get to know their grandma.

My siblings

SiblingsRJ, my baby brother. No one believes he’s my little brother. They all think he’s older. I’m proud of this kid, man. He works hard, and he’s accomplished so much. And he’s the funniest person I know. We fight like cats and dogs, but at the end of the day, I know I can count on him when the going gets rough. Plus, I’m depending on him to take Baby shopping. Trust me, he has a better fashion sense, boy or girl.

Adriana, my little sister. RJ’s wife. Sweeter than pan dulce. I have no idea why this chick hangs out with a guy like my brother, but I’m glad she does. She’s been my cheerleader through all of this. Always sunny, always kind, always supportive. I lost my biological sister when I was nineteen, and I missed that sisterly bond until Adriana came around. I’m glad she’ll be here with me.

My Baby Daddy

MellyDon’t ever let people tell you the Internet is no place to make good friends. That’s a bunch of bologna.

So, I’m hanging out in a chat room one day (a chat room about a mutual interest, not romance) and I meet this woman. The woman who would become my Melly. Fast forward years later, and she’s my best friend. We travel together and see each other often despite the fact she’s a NorCal girl.

Why is she my baby daddy? Well, that’s what I call the person who provided the sperm. I have no idea why she loves me that much. It’s overwhelming. But I know I’ve made a friend for life, and my baby will have something more than an auntie. They will have a Melly.

Dear Baby,

The social worker asked if I had any male influences for you. It was important, she said, for a child to have positive male and female influences.

I guess now is a good time to tell you, your momma has opinions. What that means for you, is you’re not going to get to just accept popular opinion. Question everything, little one. Think about everything people say, everything that seems ‘normal’, everything you read, and everything you hear. Which doesn’t mean to be skeptical—though a healthy dose of skepticism won’t go amiss—but to be aware. The world is not a two-sizes-fits-all place.

Ugh. I can already see teenage you rolling your eyes. I know, Baby. It’s going to get tiring. I feel you.

Here’s the thing that gets me about her question. I’m a sociologist, and I know that gender is a spectrum. Sex is a spectrum too, by the way. I can’t figure out why anyone would think seven billion people would fit into one of two categories.

What makes a good male role model? Do you have to have a good role model in your life that has a penis? What if I exhibit a lot of traditionally male traits? Do I count as both your primary male and female role models? If there was not an adequate role model in your life who happens to have a penis, does that mean you won’t be well-rounded?

Why is this penis, or lack thereof, so important?! I don’t understand.

I’ll tell you what, when you have questions about how to do your hair all pretty, what shoes to wear, all that traditionally girly stuff, I’m sending you straight to your aunt. I’m useless with that stuff. I own dresses, but I don’t like wearing them.

The world isn’t black or white, baby. There are way too many colors in the world to limit yourself to black or white. Question everything. Try not to see gender as something solid—it isn’t. I promise, I won’t hold you to any gender, regardless of the genitalia you’re born with. And heaven help the first Mcdonald’s employee that asks whether I want a girl’s toy or a boy’s toy with your Happy Meal.

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