
This is not the book I wrote. Not even close.
If prior postings on this blog seemed rather disjointed and aimless, it’s because…they were. I was writing a book, of course, but it wasn’t something I shared with a lot of people. You see, I’ve been a professional writer my entire adult life, and I know how much effort it takes to complete any given piece of writing, from a 100-word news brief to a full-fledged book. I didn’t want to claim the title of “novelist” until I saw that there was a decent chance of actually becoming one.
Now, of course, I’ve not only written a novel, but I have an agent who, according to her last e-mail, “adores” my manuscript. I’d say she was just being kind, but her enlightened self-interest is working in my favor — she thinks she can sell this puppy and, thus, make money in her own right. To be fair, she really is super nice. You can follow her at @saramegibow on the Twitter thing if you’re so inclined. Continue reading →