I'm supposed to be a writer but I find myself at a loss for words. Not good, right? But what's right around the bend seems as unreal as a guy being staked in the Nevada desert to die, close to myrrth scented scrubs. I know the future isn't electric, the present is. The digital age is here, now! Yep, I've come to love my kindle. Yet the jitters in my stomach tell me I will feel like maybe, honest to god, I am a writer, once I hold my first print copy in hand.
Publisher said final formatting is done, Lightning Source is contracted, the press will be clicking, ink splattered to make legible a world that used to be only in my head. How cool, and strange, and wild, is that???