micheleahubbs

An abusive mother, a dead father, an estranged sister and a perfect memory. For Ty Cole, this was her childhood. Now, in adulthood, she has a loving husband and a wonderful son, but her Hyperthymesia won’t allow her to let go of the past. Ty struggles daily to deal with her mother and her memories until the day she puts an end to it all. But that is just the beginning of her problems. So, what happens when you cannot forget? TRUTHS NOT TOLD is a story that examines the emotional impact of memories, why we remember what we remember and forget what we forget, all while reminding us that no matter what we think we know, things are never what they seem.

Sound interesting? Yes, it does! Search for me on Amazon Kindle – Michele A. Hubbs. https://rb.gy/dif4m

So, read it, enjoy it, review it! #truthsnottoldnovel, #truthsnottold

In his novel Everything Changes, Jonathan Tropper calls the hugs of one character, no accident. ‘They’re neither a greeting nor a farewell, but a destination all their own.’ I love me some Jonathan Tropper. I’ve read all his work. And this particular sentiment hit me hard recently when I recalled the passage. You see, I’m a hugger. I miss hugging. I live to hug. I spend time discussing the benefits of the 20 second hug with anyone who will listen. I’ve been denied hugs due to the ongoing pandemic. It’s not as if I can move to another country to get my hugs, or even see family for the most part, since mine live across the country. I am sans hugs. I am deprived of my loving destination of the hug. My 16-year-old son will only tolerate so much from me….bring back the hugs, please.

Check out my book on Amazon Kindle. Search in Amazon for Michele A. Hubbs and it will come up. The title of the book, “Truths Not Told”. Please purchase, read, enjoy-I hope, and review with 5 stars-I hope! Thanks for reading!

I’m working on something new, something that is timely and true to my current existence. As usual, writing is 3/4 joyful love and 1/4 excruciating therapy for me. And what if everything I am going through now is preparing me for what I asked for? Well, that’s where the therapy comes in, and the rationalizing of my current life as less of a sad surprise and more of a happy accident. Fingers crossed, again.

I attended the L.A. Writer’s Conference in October. It was a great experience with lots of wonderful insights and helpful hints. I met a lovely agent by the name of Valerie Noble from Donaghy Literary Group, and I’m hoping for a literary connection with her soon. Fingers and toes crossed please.

Okay, so things didn’t work out the way I had hoped. No agent yet. Alas, it is New Year’s Eve.  We are on the cusp of a new year, and I am going to insist that my heart focus on renewed hope for 2015. Bring it on! please………

My heart is currently dangling by a thread at the mercy of a literary agency in NY. I am hoping that come September, I will be a signed writer with an agent who is working as diligently at selling my work to a publisher as I am at creating it. Fingers crossed.