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Two year Bell's Palsy Update

5/15/2025

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Today marks my two-year anniversary of contracting Bell's Palsy.  
Though I have made significant progress in the last two years, I am still not fully healed and have come to terms with the fact that this is my new normal.
My bell's side (left side) is still wonky. While my smile has mostly returned, I can see the difference in my face. I do not look the same as before, and my eye always looks wonky when I smile.
 I continue to get what I call Bell’s headaches, which come in the form of nerve pain in a large patch on the left side of my head.
I still have wonky days where I can feel my face drooping, especially if I am stressed or tired. That is also the time when my words jumble and do not come out as intended.
My left eye is perpetually dry, with excessive tearing. My left nostril doesn’t like to behave. Both are especially irritating when I'm eating. But, hey, I’m no longer drooling, so that’s a win!
On good days, I can do a weak whistle. I suppose I can deal with that. I used to have a strong whistle, and the day I found out I could no longer so was rather devastating, so at this point, something is better than nothing.
I have to concentrate when speaking to avoid biting the inside of my cheek.
 Sometimes words will catch when I am speaking, and although I know which word I am looking for, I have to pause and wait for my brain to catch up before continuing.
The writing does not come as quickly as it did before my diagnosis. That has been one of my biggest struggles.
Another struggle is that while experts speculate about the cause or potential treatment, doctors have no clear understanding of B.P.
Hopefully, someday that will change.
Anyway, I just wanted to share an update and say that while this brought me down for a bit, it did not stop me. I am making public appearances again. I’m back to doing lectures. Any, while my releases may come slower, I am still writing and doing what I love.
~ Sherry 

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January 13th, 2025

1/13/2025

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As you may know, I have been dealing with some ongoing issues related to Bell’s Palsy. One of those issues is I no longer handle stress as well as I once did. Also, while I am now back to writing, the words do not currently flow as fast as they did prior to contracting BP. What used to take a day now takes two to three days. This is beyond frustrating (which compounds the problem), especially since, for the first time, even with pushing the release back, I find I am not able to make my projected release date.

I spoke with a gentleman at Amazon who suggested that I go ahead with my release and then update the manuscript when I have the finished product. While I hate to lose the preorders I have accumulated, I have always strived to give my readers the best reading experience. Finding a couple errors after a release is discouraging as my team and I work hard to try to keep this from happening. I want each of you to enjoy what I write, and I can’t imagine publishing a book knowing there are errors within my book.  

It is for that reason that I have made the decision to cancel my preorder for Endurance, book 7 in The Orphan Train Saga. Please know that I am continuing to work on the manuscript and will publish the book as soon as it is written, edited, and proofed.  

For your records, you have not been charged for your preorder, and you will have to reorder Endurance when the book is published.

I still have a preorder in place for Dearly Departed, book 18 in The Jerry McNeal Series. My goal is to make the April 30th release date.

Moving forward, to alleviate the stress of complying with deadlines, there will be no preorder links in the back of my books until I have the books written and sent to my editor.

If you follow me on Amazon, you will receive an e-mail from them letting you know of all upcoming releases.

You can also sign up for my Newsletter and join us in my Jerry McNeal Series group, which has members from all of my series and is where I am most active.
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For now, thank you for your patience and understanding.
~ Sherry 
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Cover Update!

11/17/2024

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After careful consideration, I’ve made the decision to revamp the cover of Always Faithful, book one in the Jerry McNeal series, to make it more in line with the series brand. This change will take place over the next week.
Currently, I do not have any plans to change out the cover for book one in the three-book collection.
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The Writing Voices

11/9/2024

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​I’ve had some inquiries in the Jerry McNeal Series group asking me to explain the writing voices. I figured others might also be curious, so I thought I’d try to explain. Try because, much like Jerry, I do not have all the answers.
I did not grow up thinking about becoming an author—to be honest, I did not do well in school, and it was never offered to me as a possibility. I enjoyed writing poetry (the rhyming kind), but the thought of writing more than a short story or greeting card never occurred to me. This is the precise reason why my journey to becoming an author continues to amaze me.
I began my writing career by promising to write a happy ending for a friend who was going through a hard time. Seriously, we didn’t even own a computer at the time, and I wrote everything by hand. All I was planning to do was write a short story to cheer my friend up, thinking we’d both have a laugh, and that would be the end. Fortunately for me, the universe had other plans.
 I began writing what I thought to be a short story when the writing voices showed up, and the story took over.
As I wrote the story, it became clear it was going to be more than a few pages, so I did a little outline.  I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the writing voices jumping in and leading the way. The experience was a tad frustrating at first. Try as I might, the story kept veering away from “my” plot. When I say it took over, I mean it led a stampede- running far away from having anything to do with my friend or what was going on in her life.
Me being me, I went with it. I’m not sure when I realized I was writing a book, but I just knew the story was good, so I kept writing. I was working at the time and would take the story with me, writing every chance I got. I wrote at my desk, during my breaks, and on the couch at night, using a #2 pencil, lined writing paper, and a red clipboard. As the story progressed, it became clear I was writing a book. That is until the day I found out I wasn’t the one writing it. Here is where it gets a little hard to explain. I was sitting on the couch scribbling away when the writing voices showed up and I found out the characters knew something I didn’t. It stunned me that the story knew where it was going, even though I did not. I clearly recall being so frightened that I set the clipboard aside and started pacing the floor. The conversation went like this.
Hubby, “What’s wrong?”
Me, “I’m not writing the book.”
Hubby, “What do you mean you’re not writing the book? I’ve been watching you write it for weeks.”
Me. “I know, but I AM NOT THE ONE WRITING IT. I’m putting the words on paper, but someone or something is feeding me the information.”
At the time, I honestly think he thought I’d lost my mind. However, years later, he told me, “I understand what you meant when you said you didn’t write the book. You don’t talk this way or use words like this.”
I have never seen the writing voices. They do not talk to me out loud. Some might think the writing voices are just thoughts that come to mind. I honestly believe there is more to it as sometimes I only have to ask for help and the writing voices show up. I fully believe I have help when writing. There is more than one voice, each with different tones, depending on which manuscript I am working on. To this day, I continue to write as I go and am often greatly surprised when things are revealed to me. It is fascinating when some little insignificant thing I’d written several books back works its way into the book I’m working on and shows me the reason it was needed.  Things like that can’t be a mere coincidence.  For that reason, I will continue to give credit to the writing voices. I am but a vessel to carry their words and I am grateful they chose me.
Oh, and that short story I was working on to help cheer up my friend became my first novel, Tears of Betrayal. To this day, that not-so-little story continues to find its readers.
*Warning to my readers: this book is not a clean read. I always said if you are like my Mom, you will skip a page or two. If you are like my Aunt Barb, you’ll probably read them twice. 
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Welcome To My World

10/19/2024

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​Yesterday, I celebrated my 62nd birthday by sitting in my writing chair working on ‘Company Business’, book seventeen of The Jerry McNeal Series, which is due out November 30th.
I had other options, but completing this manuscript and getting it to my editor by next weekend was not only what I needed to do but also how I wanted to spend my day.

My father doesn’t understand what I do. Many times, he’s commented that mine must be a boring life. He’s referring to the fact I sit in an office all day and don’t see or talk to anyone.

Nothing could be further from the truth. I may be alone, but I am rarely lonely as I am always seeing and playing with my friends. My body may be in my office, but my mind is often miles away. Even when I am not in the office, I am often still working.

I can stare out a window and see a movie come to life. Wash dishes and hear conversations between my characters. Take a shower and discover a new story I must hurry to jot down. I can wake from sleep, roll to my left side, and be gifted the key to a chapter puzzle that has evaded me during the day.

I’ve flown on planes, ridden trains, saved the innocent, and killed off villains, all from the comfort of a plush rolling chair. I’ve dreamt of the future and visited the past. I can see and feel things even though I have never been there.

 Through my books, I’ve met people I may never have met otherwise. I’ve made people think and helped them mourn. The words I’ve written have made people laugh, cry, and become so angry they’ve contacted me to tell me the why of it.

I’ve grown confident, learned that something I do matters, and, most of all, I’ve gained a lot of friends who I have never met but who I consider part of my family all the same.
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This is my world, and I am delighted you are a part of it.

 
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The Story of Us

12/30/2023

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 December 24,1980, two months after my 18th birthday, Don and I sat in his stepfathers pickup truck in my grandmother’s driveway and devised a plan to elope. There was no reason for a rushed ceremony; it was simply a spontaneous plan we devised to have a small nest egg saved before ultimately having a "real" ceremony.  Don was in the Navy and if married, he would get a little added pay. It was a simple plan- get married, not tell anyone, and save a little extra money.
 Don was on leave from Norfolk and due back to the ship right after the first of the year, so we had to move quickly if we wanted to get married before he left. We chose December 30th for no other reason than it worked within our timeline. This was LONG before the internet, but we worked out all the details; drive to Tennessee, get married and be home by early afternoon, what could possibly go wrong?
I woke early on that Friday morning, as Don was supposed to pick me up by seven for our secret rendezvous.  I was ready on time but Don was nearly an hour late picking me up. Apparently, unbeknownst to us, another couple was having a house moved to its new location on that very morning, choosing to do so early so as not to inconvenience anyone. I am talking about a single story brown brick ranch house. Until that day, I never knew you could do that.  The good news is the house is still there and every time we drive past, we remember the day it found its new home on the hill.
We had told my mother that we were heading to Bardstown to see Don’s father and would be gone most of the day and had arranged for my then sister-in-law, Mary to join us as a witness. So, after the delay, we drove to Mary’s house, waited across the street for my brother to leave for work, before picking up Mary and my nephew, BJ who was just a baby at the time. We dropped BJ off at his great aunt’s house and started for Tennessee, excited that our quest to become husband and wife had finally begun. The drive was uneventful, and we all arrived in Nashville in high spirits.
There was a line at the courthouse; apparently several other couples had hopes of getting married that day as well. When it was our turn, we told the lady at the desk we were there to get married. She smiled and asked for our birth certificates. This was the second thing that nearly derailed our plans, as we had not thought to bring them. Before you chastise us for not being prepared, please remember I had barely turned eighteen, and Don was twenty -one. This was also way before the Internet, so we had been unable to research what was involved.  After a very tense moment it was decided that we could use our driver’s licenses since they had our pictures on them. We were lucky because at that time Kentucky was one of the few states that required photos on driver’s licenses.
Once the clerk established our identities she then requested the paperwork for our blood test results. Glitch number three!  Of course we had not thought to have any blood test taken. Things like this must happen on a regular basis, as the lady directed us to a clinic where we could get our blood drawn and returned that very day.
We drove across town and after several wrong turns -no GPS back in the day- finally found the clinic in what looked to be a rather run down section of Nashville. After arriving, and feeding yet another parking meter, which seemed prevalent in the large city, we entered the clinic to find a waiting room full of people who all turned to see who had entered- this was also long before cellphones to keep everyone occupied. I was terrified as all of those eyes followed us across the room, continuing to stare even after we had signed in and taken our seats, as if everyone in the room knew of our secret.
But now, as I type, I think it was more because we were highly overdressed for the area. Don looked dashing in his leisure suit, my sister-in-law had donned a nice dress for the occasion and I had on a new outfit. One I was extremely proud of as my parents didn’t have extra money to spend on clothes and I had purchased it with my very own money from the new job I was working. I was thin as a rail at the time and I looked good in those flare jeans with pockets trimmed with soft fur and that gorgeous black velour angel sleeve top. It was 1980 and this was extremely fashionable and it never occurred to me that fur-trimmed blue jeans and a black top may not have been the best choice of wedding attire.  But, hey,  this was just our pre-wedding wedding. Right?
Luckily, we were only there for a blood draw and we were called back within a few short moments. They put us in separate rooms across the hall from one another where we each sat on an exam table waving to each other like a couple of love-struck kids. The nurse came into my room first, asked a couple of questions and then tied the tourniquet around my arm. As she was lowering the needle I asked her when the results would be back. As the needle approached the crook of my arm she replied “Oh, not long, we should have them back in the morning.”
I jerked my arm away just before the needle penetrated my vein. “But, we are getting married today,” I exclaimed, while pulling at the rubber vice that still gripped my arm.
After a few moments of chaos, we were sent across town to a blood draw center that could accommodate a same day blood draw. After arriving, and paying the parking meter, again, we made our way to a nice waiting area.  We were the only ones in the room and the receptionist, a very friendly lady assured us it would not take long to complete the process.  After only a few minutes our blood was carted away to the testing area with the word STAT clearly labeled across each glass vile. We were told it would take about an hour and since it was now nearing lunch time the receptionist suggested we take this opportunity to go and get something to eat.
I am not sure how much Nashville has changed, but in December of 1980 it was not easy for three highly stressed and very hungry people to find something to eat. We drove for what seemed like an eternity before finally finding a Burger King. We stuffed our face with burgers and fries, and hurried back to the lab to get our test results. Even though we were out for over an hour, when we returned the results had still not come back. After waiting an additional hour the receptionist called down to the lab to see what was taking so long. It turns out that our blood was misplaced and no-one could find those two tiny glass tubes. A trace was placed on them and we had no choice but to wait.
After nearly two panicky hours the blood was found, and the results finally arrived. Don paid the fifty- six dollars and we were on our way. Unfortunately, instead of being on our way to the courthouse we were headed back to the original clinic so that the resident doctor could verify the results and declare us fit to be married.  We returned to the clinic, walked back through the gauntlet of gawkers, and spoke with the receptionist who placed a call to the nurse who hurried through the doorway, scooped up our paperwork and left without a word. Forty minutes and thirty- six dollars later, we exited the building, paperwork in hand attesting that we were in good health and genetically fit to become husband and wife. Everything signed by a doctor whom we never saw.
By the time we returned to the courthouse it was late, and all of the judges had left for the day. Feeling both physically and mentally exhausted I blinked to keep the tears at bay. Seeing my distress the clerk took pity on us and offered to call over to the night court to see if there was anyone who could perform the service. Luckily there was a judge there who agreed to see to our joining.
We made our way to the courtroom and opened the door to find a room full of people, all of which turned to stare at the intruders which had suddenly disturbed the proceedings. Fearing we have entered the wrong courtroom; we closed the door without entering. Within seconds, the door reopened, and we were greeted by a distinguished man, with incredibly large ears, who assured us we were indeed in the right place.The man introduced himself as Judge Doty and beckoned us to follow. It was terrifying to walk through that crowded courtroom and I was more than relieved when we entered the back chamber.
Judge Doty was a sturdy, kind, older gentleman, with dark eyes that looked as if they had witnessed many years in the judicial system. He seemed rather pleased to be doing something as mundane as performing a simple marriage ceremony. When he asked which one of these pretty ladies was the bride, Don clutched my hand possessively, and proudly stated that I could cook too. He knew this for a fact, as I had made him a spaghetti dinner only a couple months earlier when he was home on leave. What he neglected to say, was that I had used boxed noodles, sauce from a jar, and he never even touched the homemade meatballs that I had slaved hours to prepare.
As Judge Doty began the ceremony he was interrupted by a phone call. After answering, and assuring his wife he would bring home a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk, he continued. A few seconds later a second call had been answered. This call was of greater importance, as it ended with the promise of a fishing trip to take place the following day. When the service continued and Judge Doty got to the part where a ring was needed, my sister-in-law slipped her wedding ring off her finger and passed it to Don who, without missing a beat, slipped it onto mine. Apparently in our haste to get married we had also overlooked this minor detail. At long last, and without any further interruptions, we were pronounced husband and wife and it was made official after we handed over a forty- dollar ceremony fee.
Upon surrendering the borrowed ring, and returning to the van, the first major test of our marriage was soon at hand. The van was nearly out of gas, we were over a hundred miles from home, and between all the parking meters, blood test, doctor's signatures and ceremony fees, my new husband’s cash was nearly depleted. He had a bit of money in an account at home, but that was way before the invention of the universal debit card. I had not thought to bring any money and my sister-in-law only had a couple of dollars on her, so there we were, frantically trying to figure out how we were going to get back home.
As fate would have it, Don had a money order in the van for the amount of six dollars, which he had yet to fill out. He took the money order to a bank across the street, went inside, walked up to the teller and slid the money order under the window telling her he needed money. It was at that time that the guard saw him at the teller window and watched him pass the note. Unbeknownst to my hubby, the bank had been closed for several minutes and somehow no-one had remembered to lock the side door, which is why the security guard assumed my husband was there to rob the bank!
After a few tense moments my new husband was able to convince everyone he was not a bank robber, had just gotten married, and needed to cash the small money order to get his new bride safely back home. The teller, who had already closed out her drawer, took pity on him and gave him cash in the amount of the money order out of her own purse.
With the six dollars from the money order, and the small amount of cash on hand, Don purchased gas, which he prayed would be enough to get us back to Louisville. During the drive home, I, having reached my limit, proceeded to crawl into the bed in the back of the van and sleep most of the way home.
Needless to say, we arrived back at Mary’s aunt’s house to pick up my nephew much later than we originally intended. As we reached the back door, my brother greeted us humming the hymn to the funeral march. As it turns out, my nephew had gotten sick, and his aunt had called my mom looking for us. (Again, this was way before cell phones.) When my mother questioned why we would take my sister-in-law with us to visit Don’s dad her aunt had jokingly stated “maybe they eloped.”
After gathering my nerve, I called my mom, who demanded to know where we had been. There was no reason to lie, so I told her Tennessee. When she asked why, I said “why do you think?” The next thing I heard was a dial tone. At that point I was very glad I had taken that much-needed nap. My brother congratulated us, we had a celebratory glass of wine and we left.
After once again gathering the courage to call my house my younger brother answered the phone and wanted to know why mom had been crying ever since hanging up the phone with me. She refused to come to the phone and told him to tell me if I wanted to speak with her I knew where she lived. An hour later we parked at the church, which was next door to our house, and, feeling as if we were facing the firing squad, slowly made our way across the yard and up the incline to our house.
My mom was still crying. My dad, not typically known for his patience, was so calm it was frightening. He wanted to know why we had eloped. Don spoke up and simply said “because we love each other.”
Dad then asked the million-dollar question, which was whether or not I was pregnant. We of course told them no, which was the truth. Dad relaxed, slightly, and left the room. Many years later I was told by my brother that he had seen dad with a loaded pistol in his waistband just before he himself had been ordered to leave the house. I do not know for certain if this was true, but knowing my father, I tend to believe my brother and think it was a very good thing that an impending pregnancy was not the reason for our hasty elopement.
When dad returned to the room, both he and mom then began a crusade to make us see the error of our ways and get an annulment. They claimed that neither of them objected to the marriage, just the way we had gotten married. They wanted us to get an annulment and then go back the following weekend to get re-married with them beside us. That wasn’t possible as Don had to return to Virginia. Besides, I was afraid if we agreed to this my parents would find a way to keep us from a second ceremony.
Don's refusal was because he was not about to relinquish his well-earned prize. He had nearly been shot at the bank just a few short hours earlier and he was not about to let that experience be for naught.
After a long stalemate, it was decided that I would retire to my room for the night and Don would go home. All parties involved would discuss it further the following day, when hopefully, calmer heads would prevail.
I know there are some that think it utterly absurd to sleep alone on one's wedding night, but by this point, Don and I were so exhausted it seemed like the right thing to do.
There was a lot of discussion that following day, but the final agreement was that we would follow our initial plan to keep the marriage a secret and make plans for a “real” wedding in the summer. As with our elopement, things did not go as planned. We never had the big wedding, nor did I get the white dress. I am happy to report that I did eventually get a wedding band which was replaced with a lovely diamond set on our twenty-five-year anniversary.
When we first got married several people expressed their disapproval, telling us it would not last six months. Thankfully, their predictions did not hold true and today marks our forty-third wedding anniversary.
I guess, truth be told, one does not need a fancy dress, a shiny bauble, or even a lot of money to get married. You only need perseverance, a trip across the state line, and enough money for gas to get you home….

​#Andtheylivedhappilyeverafter #soulmate #elopement #Nashville #43years 

 
 
 
 
 

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A slight Delay

8/7/2023

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As most of you already know, I was diagnosed with Bells Palsy on May 15th. Not only have I been dealing with facial paralysis, but I have also been plagued with neuralgia and extreme noise sensitivity. Luckily, I have been able to control the neuralgia with CBD Gummies, but the noise sensitivity is ongoing. I never know what will set it off. I had to move a fan to the right side of the room as it was too much when placed to my left. I had to hurry out of a building last week when they chose that moment to test the fire alarm system.

 On top of the Bells Palsy or perhaps because of it, the writing voices appeared to take an extended vacation and I have gotten very few words written since my last release. While I am still wonky, I’ve seen some improvement over the last week or so. I am not sure how long this condition will linger, but I’m doing my best to fight my way back to some form of normal. I’ve also decided I need a change. During my down time I rented an office building close to our home. The space is large enough for all my writing needs and will house all my inventory and supplies that I currently keep in our basement. Not only that, but there is space for my husband to have an office where he can not only do genealogy, but also help me with research when needed. He and our oldest son have worked tirelessly to paint and get everything ready for my new adventure. Today was my first official day in my new office and I’m happy to say the writing voices seem to approve of the new space.

My hubby is thrilled with this change as he thinks it will be good for my mental wellbeing as I’ve become somewhat of a hermit over the last few years. It is not unheard of me going days or even weeks without leaving the house. This new adventure forces me out of my comfort zone even if only by breathing fresh air on the way to and from my office which is three minutes from our house. We live in a small town and the building is the original hospital circa 1947. I love history, am excited to have lucked into finding this space and am looking forward to seeing what amazing ideas come to me from within these walls.
 
Now for the bad news…
I am sorry to say that as of this afternoon book 14 in the Jerry McNeal Series is officially delayed. Amazon allows authors to delay a preorder only once and for a maximum of thirty days. The good news is Amazon allows authors to move the book forward again. To avoid unforeseen problems, I pushed Star Treatment as far as allowed. It is currently slated for a September 24th release.

 I firmly believe I will be able to finish the book within the next week or two at the most. Doing the math, you will know that means I will be finished with the book well before the original release date. Here’s where I have the issue. After I finish with the manuscript, I must then send it to my editor.

Beth is great and can usually have it back to me within a week. Normally we have a day or two of back and fourths to fix any issues. Next, I send the file to the rest of my team (which consists of five beta readers and a proofreader.) They are a fantastic bunch who normally gets everything back to me within a week. Amazon then requires manuscripts to be uploaded five days prior to the preorder date to allow them time to check for any issues which could delay the release.
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This is all to say that baring any hiccups, I fully expect to move the book up. In the end, it should not be delayed more than a week or two beyond the original release date.
 
The good news…
The series will NOT end with book 14. I have many more story lines in mind for this series. I cannot promise them all this year, as I have another commitment, but I promise to get them to you as soon as possible.
As always, thank you for reading!
 
Sherry
 
Check out my new writing space in the pictures below. 

 


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Let’s talk about the future of the Jerry McNeal Series.

12/16/2022

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While most love the series, I have some that are not happy with the length of the books. I would like to address this. First, they are not short stories - they are novellas. A novella is a work with a wordcount of between 17, 500 and 40,000 words. The novellas in the Jerry McNeal series are all 14 chapters and are written to be quick, easy reads. The first Jerry book (Always Faithful) is just over 28,000 words and comes in at 119 pages.  The rest of the series are all over 33, 000 words and come in between 165 and 172 pages. All are fourteen chapters and I let the story tell me when it is finished. Which brings me to my next point.

That Feeling: Always Faithful- the original title for book one- was first published with a different cover, on November 21, 2016. At the time, I had planned on making it a series about a psychic police officer and Gunter was ONLY to be in the first book. I released the book during an ugly time in our lives when my husband was extremely ill and I had taken on the role of caregiver. Had I of not released the book, I would not have had a release that year. In the writing industry, not releasing is not good. So, I released this small novella to help me stay afloat in the writing world. It was a single novella and while it had a few good reviews, it never really went anywhere.

Fast forward to last November when I had just finished writing my latest Orphan Train novel. The books in my Orphan Train Saga are meaty- Loyal came in at over 112k words. They are rich in history and dramatic and tend to take a lot out of me, so I usually take a break between writing them. During this hiatus I decided to revisit my Jerry book. The plan -add two books to the series. Taking my late mother’s advice, I decided to keep the dog in the storyline and picked up right where I left off- with Jerry reading the letter from Max. *Side note, had I continued the series with my original plan, book two would have been a single book with Max over and done. Aren’t you glad life made me wait? I know I am!

I began this current journey only planning to write two Jerry books then return to my Orphan Train Saga. That was before I saw the response to this series. I have been published since 2012, NEVER have I had a rection even close to what I’ve had with this little series. So, I kept writing and publishing a book a month for 2022. My new plan was to give you a 12 book novella series. At first it was easy but then the pressure to meet my self-imposed deadlines became a bit much. I found myself canceling signings, telling my family I couldn’t participate in family gatherings and staying in the writing chair until well past midnight some days just to finish. I did not celebrate my birthday this year as I had a deadline. I sat at my computer at the beginning of November already stressed about a deadline I wasn’t sure I could meet. My writing voices felt the pressure and stopped talking for about a week. For the first time in ages, I realized I wasn’t having fun. While I was able to meet November’s release schedule, I decided I was not going to face December with the same stress.

I love Christmas. The last thing I wanted was to drain my holiday cheer by trying to pressure my writing voices to keep up. So, I made the decision to push the release back a month to give me and my team time to enjoy the holiday season. The new deadline is January 29th. We may release early, but it will not be any later as Amazon only allows me to push back once and only for a maximum of 30 days.
 
So now I know you wish to know what comes next. As I already mentioned, I had only planned on writing two - which morphed into eleven for a total of twelve. Because I have had people begging for longer books, I’ve decided to add a full-length Jerry McNeal novel- Spirit of Deadwood. Currently Spirit of Deadwood is due to be released on March 20, 2023, but I still have to write the book. So far I think I will be able to make the schedule providing the writing voices work with me. I will let you know if that changes.  

After I finish Spirit of Deadwood my plan is to return to my Orphan Train Saga and write the book those readers were expecting this year.

Moving forward, I hope to juggle both series at a much more reasonable pace. There will be other Jerry books, spaced out every three months or so. 

Facebook can be finicky. My page got deleted once this year and I had a bear of a time getting it reinstated. Please make sure to follow my author page on Amazon, and sign up for my newsletter (which I hope to get better at releasing), and follow this blog to be alerted to new releases.

I am grateful for each and every reader and give thanks for my many blessings daily. Thank you for taking a chance on this indie author I hope you’ll hang around as I promise there will be more Jerry and Gunter books in the future.
 
 Ps, for those who enjoy longer books, the Jerry McNeal Series is now available in three book sets. These are the clean and cozy editions and are much larger books both in size and page count. :) 
 
 
 
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I owe you an apology!

12/5/2022

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Dear Readers,
I have an editor, a proofreader, and a small team of beta readers, and I pride myself on having little to no errors in my books. If something is brought to my attention after release, it is corrected. While it is rare for a book to be 100% clean, I am now aware that my latest book had several glaring errors regarding a key character.

While working on Village Shenanigans, book eleven in The Jerry McNeal Series, Jerry’s mother, Lori, had an identity crisis and changed her name to Linda midway through the book. We were made aware of the mistake during the Beta reading stage, and I thought we had caught them all. Somehow not all were corrected before the book was uploaded to print.    

I wish to extend my sincere apologies for this and assure my team has now fixed those errors.
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I accept the blame for this oversite as I am the one who wrote the book. My writing voices protested the tight deadline, and I did not finish writing the book until three days before time to upload it to Amazon. The days leading up to Thanksgiving were hectic as I sent each chapter to my editor as I finished and then sent it to the rest of my team for a final look. My editor even took time during the holiday to upload the manuscript. It was not my team who let me down. It was I who let them down, as I did not give them adequate time to do a thorough read-through.

It is my understanding that Amazon sends out an e-mail alerting people to updates to the manuscript. Please be sure to download the latest version if they give you that option.

I have thought long and hard about what happened and do not wish to repeat the holiday chaos surrounding book eleven’s release. Therefore, I have decided to push the release of book twelve back to January 29th. I know many of you have marked your calendars for the next release, and I do hate to disappoint you. However, I would rather the book be slightly delayed than disappoint you with the quality of the story.

You can expect book twelve to be released on (or before) January 29th.

 Again, I am sorry for the delay, but I promise the book will be better for it.

If you are looking for other books to devour while waiting, I would love for you to check out some of my other titles. Please remember my Orphan Train Saga are clean reads – most of the others are not.

Thank you for reading, and a very Merry Christmas to you all!
 ~ Sherry 
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My Romance books are not for everyone.

7/2/2022

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A note from Sherry,
When I first began my journey, I knew nothing about writing. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know I wanted to be an author. I had a friend who was going through a difficult time, and to cheer her up I decided to write her a short story with a happy ending. As I was writing, something incredible happened. The writing voices showed up. They took over, and the story went in a whole new direction. The final story ended up being nothing about my friend. That “not so short” story became my first novel, Tears of Betrayal, which is why I always say I did not choose writing; writing chose me.
Having written one romance, I thought that was the genre I was supposed to be in. So, I wrote more. As my skills grew, I started looking at the possibilities and exploring new genres, including psychological suspense.
One day I heard about a little-known part of American History called the Orphan Trains and knew I wanted to write books that would help tell people about the children’s plight. So many people have never heard of the estimated 250k children who rode the Orphan Trains to find new homes. My hope is that somehow my stories will help keep their memories alive.
My writing voices are incredibly versatile and sometimes don’t follow the industry standards. So, it didn’t surprise me when they gave me the idea for the Jerry McNeal Series. Writing about a Marine Veteran with psychic abilities who has a ghost dog for a partner seemed perfectly normal. I adore Jerry and Gunter and all the people that have joined them along the way. I love how well readers are responding to the series and am grateful they enjoy the books enough to keep reading.
 But there lies the problem.
The books I write are as different as the genres they represent.
While the books in The Orphan Train Saga are clean, the Jerry McNeal Series have swear words –I am working to clean up Jerry’s language a bit.
If you wish to read one of my romance books but prefer a clean read, Seems Like Yesterday has been revised to be a clean read.
But be warned, my romance books have SEX. Most have sex more than a few times within the same book. We are not talking close the door and turn off the lights sex. We are talking glow in the dark condoms (King of my Heart.) and other things that leave little to the reader’s imagination. I usually tell readers, if you are like my mom, you will skip over a few pages. If you are like my aunt Barb, you will read those pages twice.
 Also, be forewarned; while my psychological suspense, Surviving the Storm, has some comedic relief moments, it is a darker read than most of my titles and may not be for everyone.
 My writing has evolved, and I no longer write books where the lovemaking scenes are so detailed, but I am not removing my early books from my backlist as the readers seem to enjoy them.
Most readers anyway.
 Today I received a one star review from a reader who enjoyed the Jerry McNeal Series so much they went on to read Tears of Betrayal. Sadly, the reader gave me a poor review due to the “trashy nature” of the book. While I feel the review to be unfair, I totally understand the reader’s disappointment. This is why I am once again reaching out to explain the differences between the books I write. While I have it on my website and have listed it on social media, in the future, I will include something in my books as well.
Thanks for reading, and Eddie, if you are reading this, I would love for you to try my Orphan Train Saga (I’d be happy to send you a signed copy.) They are all clean reads, have won numerous awards, and my readers enjoy the well-researched history within the books.
~ Sherry
 
 
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