If you haven’t already heard, I’ve moved to a new blog! *cue applause*
I felt divided these last couple of years, spreading myself too thin trying to juggle my interests. I finally decided a few months ago that enough was enough, and I needed to allow myself to be one person. Not someone to market. Not what will appeal and likely be successful. I want to just be me.
So, if you’re interested in reading about my writing endeavors, memorable moments, playlists I spend too much time curating, and of course, books, then you can follow my new blog here.
Thank you all for your never-ending support. I wouldn’t have grown this much without your love and applause.
The year of 2017 is swiftly coming to a close, and there are some things I have been meaning to say. It is so easy as a blogger to cut the shadows from your life, presenting a perfect portrait of your everyday. It is easy for us on social media to only post of our exquisite travels, our accomplishments, the expensive places we may have the honor of passing through. It is easy to put on a smile and say everything is fine. This is what we’re used to, right?
I’d like to think I’ve been quite honest on my social media outlets, but I imagine most of you think I’m always happy, always reading books and writing these lovely stories. You may think I’m successful due to the places I go, or the things I post about. You may not think of any of these things, but either way, I’m here to tell you the truth.
Tracey Neithercott’s first book was written by hand and illustrated with some really fancy colored pencils. It was highly acclaimed by her mother. Now, she writes YA stories of friendship, love, murder, and magic. (None of which she illustrates—you’re welcome.) She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, who suggests improving her novels by adding Star Wars characters.
She is the author of GRAY WOLF ISLAND, a YA novel about the truth, a treasure, and five teens searching for both. Coming fall 2017 from Knopf/Random House.