About The Mistakes In The Book…

**Picture of baby in hopes it helps you not to hate me…**

Hey you,

I am writing this from the floor of my bathroom, because I don’t want to stir my husband from his slumber, (lucky bastard). Sleep, what even is sleep?

Anyway, I think we can all agree, that grammar and punctuation have never been my specialty. If you take a look at my blog posts, it won’t be long before you spot a stray comma or a misspelled word.  I am a story-teller, that does not make me a “writer”, clearly.

Soooo, when it was brought to my attention that there were a few mistakes in my book, I cringed.  Not because I paid someone to catch them – because obviously mistakes happen- but I cringed because the mother-freakin’ thing is already published.

Yesterday, I went in and fixed the changes, nothing major. A few misspelled words.  After this, I have to resubmit to both KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) AND Createspace (Paperback). Once I do this, it makes my paperback “unavailable” while they re-review these files for publishing, (sigh). So while they are generous enough to make it appear as those my book is flying off the shelves at such a rapid pace, that they can’t keep up with the demand and are “sold out”, the truth is — I’m just a big, fat, knucklehead who sucks at typing words. Lol.

I only discovered that this is why my book was “out of stock”, tonight. Ask me how I figured it out…

I learned it after resubmitting my mother friggin’ files AGAIN, after it was brought to my attention that some of my characters have multiple names. Example: Katie vs Sarah and Tom vs Blake vs Brandon.

I have corrected these errors, and resubmitted the files on both websites AGAIN.

So what does this mean? Well, a couple of things. First, it means my paperback will be “Temporarily Out Of Stock” for the next few hours while they review it.  Second, this means the paperback and eBook will not be linked on Amazon for a few days, so you have to search them separately.

Last, an most importantly, this means that all of you that have purchased the paperback up until this point (a few hundred of you) will have Katie called Sarah once, and Brandon called Blake twice.

Now we can look at this one of two ways. One, you can be super-pissed that you spent money on a book in which the author can’t even get the characters names straight. OR, you can think to yourself, “Dude, how cool is this! Only me and a few other people in the whole world have the limited addition “Tiffany is An Idiot” version of this book! Sweet!”

I am praying you choose number two, however, if you are angry – understandably – I will gladly buy the book from you and donate it somewhere. No questions asked, no hard feelings.

With that being said, the updated book should be available tomorrow night in paperback, if not sooner.  You can still purchase it while it is out of stock, it will just ship a couple of hours later.

I’m sorry. I love you, and thank you for sticking by me while I try to figure out what the hell I’m doing.

Book Update – There’s Good News & Bad.

Hey friends,

I’m gonna keep this brief because I have to leave the house in exactly 4 minutes.  But, I couldn’t leave without giving you this update.

The past week has been mentally exhausting.  Making decisions has never been my strong suit (spelling? Too tired.) So making a monumental decision such as publishing a book and how to go about doing it – has drained me completely.

I have spent many hours this week staring at tiny print on a computer screen, googling and YouTube-ing countless how-to articles and videos, and have gotten a collective 11 hours of sleep in 7 days.

But it is in pursuit of a dream I have had since I was a child.  My father bought me a typewriter, poem books, art kids and science experiments in hopes of awakening my creative side – and it worked.  I am finally doing it, Dad.

All of the blogs from my series are no longer there, they have been replaced with a hastily written apology/ thank you note and I do sincerely want to apologize to those of you who didn’t get to finish.

NOW FOR SOME GOOD NEWS.  I have decided to self-publish.  My book is currently in review, and will be available for pre-order on Amazon within 2 days (I will post a link when it’s ready.)

The book will launch on December 1st for $9.99! If you are looking at the price going “well dayyyyyummmm,” have no fear, there will be a “lending library” feature available for those of you who can’t afford to purchase it.  You can still read it for free for 2 weeks if someone who HAS purchased it is willing to lend!

I will be snagging a few copies and autographing them, (not that I think I’m cool enough to give autographs, but some of you have asked, lol) and will be doing some giveaways before Christmas! So if you do purchase one when the pre-orders go live, you can still enter the giveaway and if you win you can gift one to a friend.

Thank you all for your love an support, I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for your love and enthusiasm.

Okay I’m late! Gotta go!!!

Love,

Tiffany

 

Ignorance is Bliss?

They say ignorance is bliss.  I don’t find this to be true.

Ignorance in my case, was the catalyst to my self destruction.

I remember the very first time I experienced my drug of choice.  I was sitting in a computer chair at my best friends house, and burning a Dave Matthews C.D. to play in my Honda Civic.

I dabbled in uppers and downers, rolled on Ecstasy and played strip poker with random guys on a regular basis.  I was having fun and enjoying my early 20’s, just like every other girl my age. The only consequences I was aware of included waking up in a strange bed with no recollection of the night before, and massive hangovers.  I was ignorant.

The day I took my drug of choice for the first time was an ordinary day, nothing special about it.  I wasn’t feeling sad, angry, happy or depressed, I was just… Bored.

“Do you want a blue?” Brandon asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.  “A what?” I asked curiously.

“A blue.  Roxy.  It’s a pain killer.” He said.

“Oh, um. Sure, what the hell.” I replied.

“Fifteen bucks.” He said, popping open the lid of the pill bottle, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

“Fifteen dollars, what? It costs fifteen dollars?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Holy shit, are you serious? That thing better knock me the f*** out for that kinda money, Jesus.” I said.

“Nah, it won’t knock you out.  If you don’t have the money you can get it to me later.” He said holding out his hand.  I looked at the tiny pill resting in his palm.  Fifteen dollars was an outrageous amount of money to spend on such a little pill.

It intrigued me.  For that kind of money, it must have some kind of magical powers.

“Have you taken it? Is it good?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, you’ll love it.  Here.” He nudged my closed hand and I reluctantly opened it to catch the pill.

That moment, that tiny insignificant moment, would alter the course of my entire life, indefinitely. 

Had Brandon instead handed me that pill and said, “Here, take this.  It’s $15.  This little pill will turn you into a liar, a manipulator, a thief and a convicted felon.  It will cause you to whither away until you are only a shell of the person you are today.  You will spend countless hours twisting in agony and screaming as the unbearable pain of withdrawal ravages your body. By the time this pill is finished with you, you will have no family, no friends, no home, no money… no life.  You will die inside everyday until eventually you will beg God to actually let you die.  And eventually, this pill probably will be the thing that takes your life long before your time. It will destroy you and everything you love. “ I may have reconsidered.

But that’s not what he said.

He said, “You’ll love it, here.”

I had no idea about addiction and withdrawal.  I had no idea that there was something wrong with my brain, that it was different than others.  I didn’t know I was an addict. 

I was ignorant.

I had taken D.A.R.E. classes in kindergarten, and I had always heard that drugs were bad.  But I always thought that was just something old people said because they were “buzzkills” who didn’t understand the definition of a “good time.”

Part of me wishes I knew back then, what I know now.  That I had said, “No, thank you.” and grabbed my Dave Matthews CD and hit the road.

I would have missed out on so much pain, so much heartbreak and despair.

But it took me taking that wrong turn, to end up where I am today, typing this for you.

It took me being dragged down to the depths of hell, and spit out onto the cold floor of a jail cell, to be where I am now- preparing a speech for my presentation at a high school where I am going to educate the kids about the dangers of addiction.

I am here, today, to tell you that our trials and tribulations are not the end, and in most cases, they are the spring-board propelling us into our beautiful purpose.

My higher power used me, so that I can be an example to others and the choices and mistakes I made will not be in vain.  I will work until my dying breath to show that every life is worth something, and addicts are not lost causes.  I owe it to the universe to put as much good out as I can, because I have been given so much..

People question my decision to talk so openly and honestly about my past.  They ask if I worry about how it will affect my children, and my ability to secure a career in the future.

These are completely valid questions, and my answer is this: I have been to places and seen things that most people would have trouble imagining, I have experienced evils that normal people aren’t aware even exist.  I have danced on the welcome mat of deaths door, and yet somehow, managed to make it out alive. I followed a map written by others who have found the way out, and I’ve emerged from the darkness and back into the light.

There are millions of people still trapped down in the darkness, and I’ll be damned if I’m keeping that map to myself.

Addiction is real, and it’s running rampant in our country.

Ignorant – are the people saying all addicts should die.

Ignorant – are the people acting like addicts are rabid dogs unworthy of love.

Ignorant – are the people blindly spewing hate towards addicts without taking the time to understand addiction.

Ignorance – is our fellow man turning his back to someone drowning in their addiction.

Ignorance is not bliss, it’s a tragedy.

Knowledge, love and compassion, now that’s bliss.