Posted in A Publisher's Life, A Writer's Life, Diane Morasco, Diane Morasco Enterprises, Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, J Fox Ink, J Fox Ink Publishing, Uncategorized


fullsizerender-27Yesterday my debut novel, Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, was released. I ended up mostly resting due to a sinus thingamajig, which has me doing the same thing today. I only opened my computer to type this up to say THANK YOU TO EVERY ANGEL WHO DOWNLOADED MY BOOK YESTERDAY. It is because of ALL OF YOU my book is A BESTSELLER, A HOT NEW RELEASE and the reason I can add BESTSELLING AUTHOR to my title. You have made a little girl’s prayer, a woman’s reality. I am in tears as I type this, so please forgive any and all typos. There aren’t enough words to express what is in my heart, and thank you doesn’t seem to even touch the surface. I am blessed to have some AMAZING women in my world and two of my angels. Beth Prentice and Tanya R. Taylor kept me posted on my ranking. I finally lifted my stuffed head to see for myself after Beth told me I hit #58. And when Tanya shared a screenshot, I realized my rump better grab a screenshot or two. At first, I thought I was too stuffed to comprehend what was going on. I cannot believe I held the #2 spot in Hot New Releases for two days. I snapped that in case I was too feverish. I am still processing all of this, so please forgive me if I am radio silent – or semi silent for the next several days. I will be resting and working behind the scenes. I completed four books in two months and now I do not know how to have an “off” day. If I am not on my computer writing, I am writing by hand and handling the publishing side of things. I will take off tomorrow to spend it with my trio of blessings and RELAX. I’ll let ya know how that turns out. 😉dmtobthank-you-monkey

I want to thank Tanya R. Taylor for standing beside me through this entire journey as an author.; while excavating, experiencing and reliving the pain, Tanya , encouraged me and reminded me how TOUGH I was. And when the agony was excruciatingly unbearable, my Bahamian sister crawled along with me. I could not have done this without my Rosary and my Taylor family. Thank you, Rosary, with all my heart…now get to bakin’! Giggle.


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TOUGH Journal Entry Saturday 10/22/16


As I write this nestled in my New England condo, tears fall splashing on my HP Gold Luxe. My trio of blessings want to make Mommy better with kisses and love and I greedily inhale it like a fish out of water gasping for air. The tears are bittersweet as I know this is the last weekend Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes will ever be a manuscript. In four days, a piece of me will head to my editor and then go on to retailers to be released as my first book on November 22, which is a month from today. One month. There are no coincidences in my world, so it is sheer divinity this journal entry is written today. I am listening to Imagine by the prolific John Lennon; moments before it was Let It Be by the brilliant Beatles. I am not a “Beatle-head” as I used to tease my ma. My mom was. She was over the moon for Paul. As a teen, she wanted to marry Paul McCartney. I remember being grossed out to the max hearing this. Eeww! I still am. J My mom is no longer with me on earth but she is with me as I type this. It breaks me to pieces knowing she isn’t here to share this moment with me. I know, I know, she is looking down at me, but it is not the same. It isn’t. It isn’t for the unwanted little girl who came miraculously into this earth with the chips stacked against her; nor is it for the woman who is finally letting the scars of her childhood be a badge of courage to sport proudly because she made it through. I made it through. We made it through. Right now, I want my Mommy. I want her to hold me as I cry and grieve the yesteryears that were a chaotic nightmare. I want to apologize for not realizing how tough she was. I want her to know I forgive her because she did the best she could at twenty being surrounded by vultures who let fear rule them instead of love. I want to say, “I’m sorry, Mommy, I didn’t fully realize what you went through until I started writing this book. I am sorry with all my heart. I love you, Mommy. I miss you so much.”

So, as I move into the final hours with my novel all to myself, I am reminded it is another loss I will be experiencing since being temporarily placed in New England. In fact, it will be my third. And for those who know me, know 3 is my number. 3, 13, 33, and 333. A woman I once knew kindly told me it was the trinity. I remember smiling because it summed it all up for me and my life’s voyage.

The third loss was the catalyst for my debut novel and for that I will always be grateful.

When I release my manuscript to my incredible blessing of an editor, Tanya R. Taylor, on Wednesday and she polishes it to near perfection, please know you aren’t just getting a book by Diane Morasco, you are getting a piece of her.

Thank you for sharing this phase of my life with me. I appreciate it more than you can even imagine.

Enjoy your weekend!