really rude people, surprises that were hurtful, and dumb stuff, it’s nice to fall in my novel and enjoy it.
I love to write. Mostly. I don’t love writing middles. But I love ends.
I especially love to have written.
And to see my book in print.
A box of ARCs of NEVER SAID arrived on Friday.
There’s something lovely about slipping into my own made up worlds.
And into other people’s, too.
A dearest friend told me she had only one book left in her because she’s teaching.
Only one left.
No! I said. Stop teaching.
My note today is this–YOU have something to say. There are PEOPLE who need to hear what you have to say. Stop waiting around. Stop giving excuses.
Write that mid grade.
That picture book.
Write instead of TV. Get up an hour earlier. Stop running three miles sooner.
Give us your book. Because someone, like me, needs it.
Someone needs YOUR book.