Sigh, thinking about what I was doing a year ago. I was worrying if readers would take a chance on a noob author, and scared that the reviewers would laugh and point at some egregious error. Mostly, fighting the butterflies that infested my middle, butterflies the size and temperment of vultures.
It’s not quite a year since my very first publications, and everything on this blog has happened in what seems like a massive blur. Three novels, six short stories, all out in eleven months. Of course, the writing took longer, but somehow, like labor and delivery, that hard part fades in the joy of seeing the offspring. Every now and then, when my confidence flags, I open the folder that has my PDFs in it and just look, reminding myself that I can string some words together that someone liked enough to publish, and others liked enough to read.
The pirate anthology came out last July 15th, and Fire On the Mountain last July 23. A party is in order, don’t you think?