The journey has been long and bumpy, but my debut novel has been published: Kiss Yesterday Goodbye. When I hit the PUBLISH button, my hands shook as I broke out in a cold sweat. Wait. Shouldn’t I be dancing and celebrating, instead of fighting not to lose my breakfast?
Am I happy? Absolutely, this is what I’ve been working for. But with the publication of a book comes a whole new set of worries. Will anyone buy the book? What can I do to get people to buy my book? Can I let my mother read the sexy parts of the story?
Now comes the next leg of the journey, publicize my book, ask people to buy it, and, of course, write another. And what, you ask, happened with Mom? I suggested Mom skip the sexy parts. Her reply, “I think I’m old enough to read them.”
Just another day in the life of a writer!
