Allison Temple Blog

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Sunday Run Down

216247_10151632534930520_1496248641_n As I'm sure you can imagine, it's been busy around here lately. True story, I got my first publishing offer on March 31, which was immediately followed by a flurry of agents, more publishers, emails written with shaking hands and, if we're being honest, a certain amount of hurry up and wait.

I wrote a more concise post about how it all went down on Medium, and it was picked up by the good folks at Art + Marketing. If you're a Medium user, I'd love it if you read it and leave me a little green heart.

Next steps? Well, we're in uncharted territory now. I need to have a polished MS for The Pick Up to Riptide in two weeks. Then I have to have book 2 done by the end of the year! I picked that deadline myself. Brave or stupid, as my husband would say. There's a lot of writing in my future.

I'll be in Denver in October for the GRL Retreat. If you're a m/m romance fan and planning on going, I'd love to see you! I'm going as a reader, not an author, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends :)

Dear Grammar Nazis

If you're one of those people who enjoys correcting people who mix up 'their', 'there' and 'they're' in social media posts, stop reading here. Seriously, there are lots of great posts on this blog (try this one, have you met Kyle?), but this one is not for you.

stop-863665_1280Still there? I assume you've been warned.

Look, I understand that no one likes a grammatically weak book. Or blog post. Or status update. But the very term of Grammar Nazi makes my skin crawl. Here's why.

A Fertile Week

shoes-505471_1920 Maybe you follow me on Medium. Maybe you're from Australia and found me on Mamamia. Either way, you probably know I wrote a post a week ago called Infertility is the Worst Practical Joke Ever.

I got into fiction writing because my life didn't seem like it would be all that interesting to readers. I'm a straight white woman in Canada with a good job, a loving family, and a bossy cat. Occasionally I have tough days, but overall I've been pretty lucky.

My husband and I got married four years ago. We started talking about a family pretty quickly. Looking back, we were naively optimistic about the whole process. I envy past me for that. Two years later, we started to admit that there might be a problem. We met with doctors, explored options, made decisions.

I told almost no one about any of this at the time. Not my parents, no one close to me. I had one friend I knew was struggling with infertility. I emailed her and said it was ironic that people who get pregnant easily are more than happy to talk about how easy it was, and people who can’t don’t talk about it, when they’re exactly the people who need the most help.

To date, my post has been viewed on Medium over 1000 times. I don't know how many readers have seen it on Mamamia, but they tell me it's doing well. Clearly, it's struck a chord for readers. People have left comments telling me they know the feeling, that they've had the same experiences. I'm so sorry for all of you. I hope you've had someone to talk to about it.

My story may not be the same as yours. My husband and I are choosing adoption. Maybe you chose rounds of IVF. Maybe you chose to live childlessly, and savour every weekend morning that you get to sleep in. These choices are deeply personal, maybe some of the most personal choices you'll ever make. I hope you believe in yours as much as I believe in mine. I hope you have someone you can talk about it with.

Thank you for reading,

A