I experience an unusual blend of anticipation and descending-rollercoaster-terror the days leading up to a book release. It feels a little like stripping down in the doctor’s office, waiting with trembling knees, nothing but a flimsy sheet covering me. Might as well say, “Hello world, I’m naked.” Well, at least my words are—my story is.
And I’ve fallen a little in love with this book streaking thing.
Because my stories are getting through. And I’m getting them out. And you’re taking them in. It all translates as little spikes of victory. I find myself continually grateful for taking the risk.
I’m also grateful for the following strong initial reactions to The Delicate Nature of Love (releasing mid-Feb.)…