I know you’re all thinking, who the hell are you? I wonder that all the time. Or at least when I’ve been hitting the whisky too hard at the Noble Savage. ANYWAY. I am a writer, I swear. I just don’t have much, yet. No pretty covers, no website, no book . . . but I do have a DEAL!
My first novel, Tempest Rising, will be coming out in Nov. 09 (she says, with great confidence) and I’ve just submitted my second novel, Tracking the Tempest, to my fabulous editor, Devi. Who is also Jaye’s fabulous editor. We may wrestle over her, later. Stay tuned.
So I’m new to this whole “writing” gig. I just turned my hand to it starting last April. Basically, I know nothing. I’m flying by the well-worn seat of my yoga pants. I am in a constant state of either euphoria or acid reflux, depending on the level/nature of the news I have just gotten from my various people. For I now have a bit of an entourage. Which is one of the things that makes me nauseous.
Anyway, the point is, I want you to go through this with me. Let’s all clasp hands and do a happy dance when the time is right. . . or you can hold my hair back when I puke my guts out. Ask me questions about the process. I won’t be able to answer them, most likely, as I don’t know Shinola from shish-kebabs. But I’ll probably go through that stage of “the process” sometime soon, so then we’ll all know the answer. I am like your own, personal Idiotz Guide to Becoming a Writer. So give me a shout out with any things you would like to know/hear about. I am here FOR YOU, people. For. You.