First Try at Love

First Try at Love

I write sci-fi and fantasy. Sometimes the story has a romantic thread, but most of the time it is very, very thin, if it’s there at all.

So honored to be included in this collection of great stories!

Then, a few months ago, a friend invited me to join a collaboration of authors who were working on a contemporary romance collection of novellas. The stories could be any sub-genre, but it had to be a love story of some kind.

I almost said no.

But then, I thought, I should broaden my horizons. Romance was one of my favorite genres when I was a young adult – why not try my hand at writing one?

So, I said yes, and started writing The Worlds Between Us. And I’m really glad I did. Why? Because creativity, no matter the genre or type, begets creativity.

As I wrote, I fell in love with Jackson and Maeve, the main characters. Their path is a rocky one, but they over come the obstacles before them with strength and courage, two of my favorite things in a person. Not only that, but three of the minor characters sat me down and explained that they really needed their stories told. So, instead of one novella, I’m going to get at least three, possibly four.

And then, I discovered that the characters in Worlds link all of my other series. There are references to Gaia, and descendants of the protagonist in Worlds show up in Illusion. One of the Life-Trade naiads (Changelings) helps out, and there are a couple of subtle connections to the Outcast Angels series.

The funny thing about writing is that you never know where it’s going to take you, but the journey is always worth the ride.

Legacies of Love is available for preorder now, set to release on February 14, 2019.

New Years Plan

No matter what your path in life, from where you are standing, you can look in either direction, but you can only move forward. Still, it helps sometimes, to stop and consider. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about past, present and future.

From where you are standing, you can look in either direction, but you can only move forward.


I started writing – seriously writing – about nine years ago now. My first book took me three years to write, and I thought about it for at least a year before I started putting anything on paper. Before that I wrote, and shelved, two other novels over the course of five years.

A lot of stuff changed during that time. I went from having two children at home through their teenage years. I went from Mom to Grandmom, stay-at-home to career woman, student to teacher. And we moved several times, a couple of them from one coast to the other. It was an eventful decade and a half.

There were some rough professional challenges that led me to take a hiatus between the second of those early works and Descent, the first novel I published. But other than the lessons I learned from the experience, I’m content to leave it in the past. Suffice it to say that those lessons made the leap to indie publishing easier than it might otherwise have been.


Today, a lot has changed, but the most important things remain.

My girls are grown and I am enjoying being a grandmother to six beautiful little ones. I left teaching, a career I thought would see me through to retirement. The reasons are myriad, and very few have anything to do with the actual art and science of teaching itself. Those reasons are best left to another rant post. In both sides of my life, personal and professional, the love remains, and that is a blessing all its own.

Some might say I’ve retired. I just call it switching careers.

I have eleven books published and I am proud of them. Each one has helped me expand my knowledge base and polish my skill set. I’ve learned that some things can be delegated, even in an owner/operator business like mine. I know enough, now, to be able to give back to the writing community that nurtures me, and that feels good.


Today, I’m staring at 2019 and wondering how to make the best use of the 356 days it has waiting for me. I know what I’d like to have happen. I’d like to find a good balance between the personal and the professional. (I’ve been seeking that one for a long time with varying degrees of success.)

I’d like to build a profitable writing career. I already love the art of writing. Now I need to master the science of marketing. After all, what good is a book if it doesn’t get read? Kind of circumvents the purpose.

I’d like to succeed in my plan to write seven new books this year, and have a special each month for my readers. I’m working on a plan to make those two things happen and I feel pretty good about it.

I know it will take discipline and perseverance to see the plan succeed, but I’m OK with that. After all, it’s mostly about the journey, and so far, my journey has been pretty awesome.

C.L. Roman

C.L. (aka Cheri) Roman, writes fantasy and sci-fi with a paranormal edge. You can find her here and with her Novel Bunch on Facebook. Cheri and her ever-patient husband live in the not-so-wilds of Northeast Florida with Jack E. Boy, the super Chihuahua, and Pye, the invisible cat.

The work so far.

Focus On Hope

Who Says it’s the New Year?

There are a lot of different ideas about time.

Every year about this time, people start thinking in two directions – backward at the year behind and forward to the year ahead. This is pretty normal, even if the “new” is only in our minds. Some will tell you that the new year is an arbitrary human construct that has no factual basis. They will say that time is… well, a lot of things, some correct, some incorrect and others just confusing. But the central point always comes back to our measurement of time. We set a certain day as an ending and the following day as a new beginning.

There is a certain beautiful logic to it. Our calendar is based on the Earth’s annual race around the sun. But who says where that race starts and ends? Apparently, it all started with the Roman calendar, but that method had issues, so Julius Ceasar invented a new calendar around 45BC – the Julian of course. Ceasar’s way was an improvement, but it gained a little time over the course of the year (1 day every 128 years according to Wikipedia).

Not satisfied with that, Pope Gregory XIII updated the Julian calendar in 1582 and renamed it – you guessed it – the Gregorian calendar. (It only gains one day every 3030 years.) Spiffy, but not perfect, so a leap year was inserted to keep things running on schedule. 

Oddly enough, the way we measure time, and its consequent beginnings and endings, has very little to do with the way we view the year just passed. Inevitably, the year will be better for some than for others. Opinions will vary on whether it was a good year or a bad one.

The (More Important) Point

Lately, I’m seeing a lot of posts on SM saying what a sucky year 2017 was. And, maybe they have a point. A number of very sucky things did happen. Things (and a few people) I wish would go away, or reverse themselves, or magically rectify themselves (which sounds dirty, but isn’t).  But the thing is – I saw a lot of similar posts at the beginning of 2017 regarding the general suckiness of 2016.

So I started thinking. (Fair warning. This is generally where it gets scary.)

The fact is, we can probably look back over every year we’ve ever known and pick out sucky bits. Things that hurt. That didn’t go the way they should, or the way we would have liked. There are tragedies, disasters, acts of murder and mayhem, losses, in every grouping of 365 days we have ever seen. It doesn’t matter who you are, or how great your luck is. Everyone suffers through difficulties, and they do it every year. If there is anyone out there who has had an entire year of unadulterated good fortune and joy, please comment below. I’d like to hear how you did it and copy your methodology step for step.

So, if every annum has its quotient of suckfests, what makes the difference between a good year and a bad one? At what precise point do the scales tip?

Where is Your Focus?

I would like to humbly submit that the tipping point lies in our focus. Are we focusing on the evil that seems to pervade our world – or on the good that shines through it in nearly every circumstance? Are we training our gaze on the cesspool that Washington has become, or on the new surge of political awareness and activism that has risen in response? Are we staring at the fires, the earthquakes, the hurricanes? Or are we grateful for the helpers, the outreach, the stories of bravery and kindness that come through the dark like beacons of hope in the storm?

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m not suggesting that the bad isn’t bad. The political and natural disasters that have befallen us have been frightening, and for many, devastating. I have spent many a night throughout 2017 watching the news, outraged and worried and shocked.  But, the bad is always there. It was there in 45BC. It was there in 1582 and it was there in 2017. Sadly, I suspect it will be there again in 2018.

But so is the good.

The good is there in the hands that reach out to help. In the decisions made every day to do better – be better. The good is there in

In the worst of our losses in 2017, there remained a glimmer of hope.

the children who start charitable endeavors, in the firefighters and police who risk themselves to save others. It lives in those who choose to stand against oppression and speak the truth, and in those who choose to listen and believe. It works in each of us if, and to the extent that, we choose to let it.


In the worst of our losses in 2017, there remained a glimmer of hope. We need to look for it, fight for it sometimes. Occasionally, we need to create it ourselves out of whole cloth, but the hope is there, nonetheless.

Our work is to focus on that hope, and use it to build a beautiful year.

How will you build a beautiful year in 2018?

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