I’ve written a book I’m really proud of.
I know, I write a lot of books, and I love them. And people love them. And that’s all well and good, but I still have a massive case of imposter syndrome at the end of the day.
But I think this new book is really good. Like, not sidle up to people and be all like, “I wrote this thing and I think it’s good, and I think you’ll think it’s good, too.” I’m talkin’ like walk into a bar, order a martini, and say in carrying voice, “Yes, I am an author. Have you heard of my book?” and then pull out a fancy business card case while I schmooze with strangers and tell them all about how cool I am. You know, that concept scenario that generally sounds like a nightmare from hell.
But I’m really stinkin’ happy with this book!
I’ve seen the first draft of the cover, and it’s amazing. I love the language. I love the protagonist. I’m a big kid author, dammit.
And the crazy thing is, this is the first book I’ll be releasing where the traditional publishing world won’t have touched the project at all. Every other project went through edits on at least the first book in the series with a publisher. And those book one edits can shape how the rest of the series ends up being written. They change the tone of how a character speaks—that character becomes a different person. They don’t like a plot point, your whole plan is shot.
I am fully in control of this project, and I love it! It’s a great feeling, and I can’t wait to send this book out into the world!