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Hi Reader,

You know how I tend to slip into stealth mode at the end of the year. It’s not that anything’s wrong — it’s December being December. I go quiet, Judi 411 powers down, and I spend a few weeks recalibrating with leftovers, reflection, and the occasional existential cookie.

But a new year has arrived, and with it comes news that deserves a drumroll:

My second book is officially being shopped around.

Yep. We’re doing the thing.

It’s called Merry-ish: Unwrapped Tales from the Most(ly) Wonderful Time of the Year, and it’s a collection of holiday stories about what the season really looks like after divorce.

Not the glossy, camera-ready version — the real-life one. The funny, tender, chaotic one. The one where everyone has feelings, and no one has matching wrapping paper.

I’ve had a few flings with hybrid publishing (we learned, we grew, we politely declined), but right now my sights are on several independent presses to see if Merry-ish can land with a team that really gets it.

Will this process take patience? Yes.

Will I bring you along for every twist, turn, and plot complication? Of course I will. That’s what we do here.

Here’s to beginnings, re-beginnings, and the sacred art of telling the truth — even when the truth is wearing reindeer slippers and trying its best.

More soon.

Always.

Best,

P.S. If this is your year to write something brave, bold, or beautifully weird, I’m your gal. Explore my copywriting and writing coaching offerings — because no one should travel the creative road alone, and I happen to make an excellent co-pilot.