You Are the Wind Beneath my Wings

Dearest darling readers of this blog: take a look in the right hand column and get a sneak peak at the jacket for my DEBUT novel, Shred Sisters. This book poured out of me in seven months and then took almost three years to revise with the help of many smart writer friends who generously gave me feedback. Each reader brought something different and helped me immeasurably. I still don’t quite know how the original gush happened, except that I kept waking up earlier and earlier because I couldn’t wait to get back to my keyboard before I had to go back to my day job. I was writing until my hands cramped. Reader, I was on my meds. It was not mania, but I felt wind beneath my wings. I felt my wings! I don’t know when/if that will ever happen again. I made up for it all on the other side, the eleven or twelve revisions, even writing one whole revise in longhand. I think what I’m trying to say is that there are no shortcuts. But I’m also curious if anyone has ever felt a book rip out themselves. There was also the rush of being able to make it all up after years of writing non-fiction. Poof!

What do you think of the jacket? Market research!!