Sometimes it's hard, as an author, to know how to present myself. Because I feel like I should be, you know, professional. But I’m so...not. It’s like trying to dress a wolf spider in a little top hat and cane to make it cute—wolf spider ain't meant to be cute. But I do think it’s important to be professional. Sometimes. And I think I’ve always been a bit inhibited by a feeling that expressing open glee over something I’ve written is somehow unbecoming.
But the thing is, what I do is so. Fun. Seriously, I get to wake up each day and go into other worlds and create people and watch them grow and make choices and fall in love and hurt each other and get it AWWWN. And sometimes—okay, often—I get real giddy about that. And I don’t get giddy about many things in life. My “this is fun” face is very similar to my “I hate everyone” face.
|I'm more of a K-Stew.|
So this post is just me saying that I am pumped to get to share this story in June. Not because it’s perfect. Not because it will blow your minds or alter the face of literature forever. But because it was such a joy to write, and I hope some of that carries into the reading experience. If even one person has as much fun reading it as I had writing it…good enough for me.
Happy Valentine's Day.
P.S. - Know what else I'm giddy about? The Good Boy, the book I wrote with Lisa Henry. It comes out March 26th. There's a blurb up on the page now.