I wrote my first book because I wanted to read it. Back in 2006, my first daughter was born 7 weeks early and the whole premature baby experience was new and scary. To help me deal with being a NICU parent I wanted to read a book about what to expect. Not a non-fiction book … Continue reading Hitting Send on my 1st Submission
After that, there were texts and phone calls. Emails and voicemails. All with words of encouragement and support. Many with offers to read and give feedback.
I have readers. And that - by definition - officially makes me a writer.
It was an amazing feeling to write that final line. The culmination of so much time and effort and hard work.
Last week – 9 years after starting the damn thing – I finally shared the first six chapters of my novel with 3 people. And it was one of the hardest damn things I have ever done. Pressing send on that email did not come easy. I closed out of the draft several times before … Continue reading Baring my Soul…er I mean…my Novel