Several years ago, I had a falling out with a family member. It devastated me. We’d been really close so I’d never imagined that our relationship could ever change. It was an incredibly painful experience—especially since, at the time, I’d just lost my Popi to cancer and was struggling with a flareup. Any time there’s disagreement between two family members, it puts pressure on the rest of the family. I found myself on the outside of a rift. I was young and had never been through anything like that before, so I did the only thing I knew how.
I threw myself into my work.
Up until that moment, I’d been on what I’d thought was a one-way path. I pivoted and diverged slightly from my original career plan, and found a full-time job working in the web, graphics, and marketing department of a local small business. But no matter how hard I tried to move on, that feeling of hurt and betrayal remained heavy in my heart.
I distanced myself from family for quite a long time, mostly because I didn’t want to make any waves. The worst part was, the person who hurt me would’ve been the one I went to for advice. It was an extremely hard time in my life.
Over the years, the rift began to heal. There was never really closure—in the sense that I was never able to sit down with this person and air out our past grievances—but with time I was able to make peace with everything. Now, even though we aren’t as close as we once were, the currents in the air between us are warm.
But not everyone is that lucky.
That sense of how cruel time can be was what fueled Just One More Minute. The novel opens with Rowan coping with two rifts at a funeral: her recently passed Aunt Katherine and the boy who stole her heart in middle school.
It was stupid. She’d been twelve years old. It was time to move on. But the pounding in her chest and the tears burning her eyes said differently. The heart was an entirely different organ than the brain.
Time has run out for Rowan to make amends with Katherine, but when she runs into Matt, she slowly starts to realize that perhaps there’s still a chance for her to forgive him. Maybe they won’t ever be friends, but at least they’ll be civil enough to run Katherine’s bakery together.
Unless her heart gets its way. 🙃
Over the years I’ve come to realize that sometimes the most painful experiences lead us to the sweetest. That’s why I wrote Just One More Minute.
On the 31st, I’m sending the first five chapters to my email list. Make sure you’re signed up! *shamelessly points to form below*