Marathon running to finish a novel?
Yep. At least, according to the article I wrote for the Writer’s Digest blog.
Check it out when you have a moment. You don’t have to be a runner, either. With all the book promotion I’ve been doing, I’m not feeling very much like a runner myself.
But no matter. For I am now officially a real, true, authentic author. This has been my dream since I read my first word at age four. It feels surreal. I didn’t sleep at all last night. I’m exhausted and giddy and have an inexplicable urge to run outside in my underwear, raise up my arms and shout: “I’m an author! I’m a real author!”
Probably people would tell me to get the hell back in the house and shut up. Or maybe they’d throw candy at me, like the firemen who ride in parades. It would be nice if someone threw candy at me.
Writing about candy has made me hungry. I’m heading out to the kitchen to see if we have anything sweet, a cookie or a few crumbs left from a muffin, anything heavy with sugar and light on nutrition
Have a great day, everyone. And eat some candy. It’s my novel release day, which means it’s a holiday, which means everyone should eat candy. Yes, even you.