It’s been five days since If He Wakes was published. It went on sale on Monday and I’m still excited about it. To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being excited about it. I woke up ridiculously early on Monday morning. I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen, but it felt
‘What do you do?’ I hate that question. Really hate it. It’s up there with, ‘tell me about yourself?‘ and ‘how do you spend your days?’ I despise those types of questions. Mainly because what the person is really asking is, ‘who are you?‘ and unless you’re prepared, you can’t answer it easily or quickly.
Write, write, write. And then write some more. That’s been the vibe around here lately. I’m working on getting the first draft of my next book done and, I’ve got to be honest with you, it’s taking its toll. Most days, I’m good. Raring to go and by the time I get the chance to
There was a brilliant thread on Twitter toward the end of last year, about how you should stop telling yourself you’re too old to do (fill in the blank) Did you see it? Since reading it, I’ve been thinking about it A LOT, so thought I’d write a quick post about the whole thing in
I got a great email this week, one of the best I’ve ever had. It was from my editor to tell me that my book was done, no more edits required. She wrote she was ‘thrilled’ with it and would now be sending it to the copy editor. I’ll be honest with you, I