For Sure and Certain By Anya Monroe




I'm pretty excited about this book and Anya's debut. Anya is my critique partner extraordinaire. She's a great friend, funny, insightful, and uber-cool. Her journey to publication has been a long and eventful one and finally her day is here!

Meet Anya~


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Tell us a little about you and writing life:

Writing is a balancing act! I have six kids and because of that I can’t sit in my pajamas all day drinking tea, no matter how badly I want to. I’ve found that routine is really important for me to stay productive. It’s not glamorous. It’s a lot of me, with my laptop, getting words on a page. If I want to mix it up and get cray-cray, I might spend a few hours walking on my tread-desk while writing. Or if I want to get legit off the hook, I end up at the neighborhood coffee shop where I drink London Fog’s and eat biscuits while working on a manuscript.

I’m grateful for the fact I get to write full-time. Most days, after I take kiddos to school, I get in about 5.5 solid hours of writing. This is sacred time for me and very little can get in the way of it.

When I first began taking my writing seriously, there was an adjustment. For a long time I had been a stay-at-home-mom and my world revolved around play dates, because, Hello! Sanity! But now the kids are older and things have shifted. Having a supportive partner has made this transition possible because I’ve never felt the pressure of needing to pull a certain income.

I also love football season because my house is all about the Seahawks, and it’s not really my thing (I know, don’t hate me!). I can always sneak out on Sundays without feeling guilty. On those days I hole up at Panera with my IRL critique partners and talk shop in between writing sprints.


Meet Marigold and Abel from FOR SURE AND CERTAIN

She took in his suspenders and straw hat on the humid summer morning. His gray eyes and shaven face were a pleasant surprise. Most hipsters around campus wore a beard, or at least an ironic mustache. She liked seeing his jaw, he looked strong.

A different kind of strong than most of the college students she met.

“My name's Abel,” he said, sticking out his hand politely. She shook it, his hand calloused and rough.

“Abel. Like, Cain and Abel?”

He nodded.

“Are your parents Bible thumpers or something?”

He smiled, one of those wide smiles that aren’t self-conscious or self-aware. A smile offered freely and easily accepted.

“Sort of,” he said, not seeming to take offense to her intrusive question. “They're Amish.”

Marigold tilted her head to the side and he matched her movements, as she realized the broad fell pants and black boots were not about being urban-chic.

“And you?” she asked.

“I'm a guy.” He didn’t offer more of an explanation, and Marigold understood that. The pause. The purpose of holding back. She was here at this café, trying to muster up the courage to apply for a job, after all.

“What's your name?” Abel said breaking the un-awkward silence, as if he could sense it heading in that direction.

“Marigold,” she answered.

“Were your parents hippies or something?”

That made her laugh. She knew asking about his parents’ spiritual beliefs had been rude, and she liked that he didn’t let her off the hook.

“Sort of. My parents are writers,” she explained.

“I see. And you?”

That's when Marigold looked up at him plainly, deciding if she should say anything more than the obvious, that she was a girl.


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