This is it, an author’s Christmas. Signing copies of books for a giveaway. Such an honor. Such a thrill.
White Out in its natural habitat
It’s a strange thing to have a cold, snowy thriller coming out in July, but my husband and I took the earliest copies to Yellowstone National Park (which is as majestic in the winter as it is in the summer). Here, we took a long cross country ski and stopped to take pictures of White Out. Beautiful, isn’t she? Oh, yeah, Yellowstone, too. ;)
Circling him while he reads
I’ve been married to this guy for almost 26 years and I trust him implicitly. He’s quite literally my favorite person on earth (children not included).
So, why, when my book is done and ready to go to the world, do I still feel terror when he picks it up? Well, maybe that’s obvious. His opinion means the most. But I also know he would tell me he loved it even if it were god-awful. Because he loves me. Nonetheless, whenever he is reading, I circle him like a vulture, awaiting any little sound or expression that might give me a clue about what he’s thinking.
It was that way with my very first (never to be published) novel and I suspect it will be that way to the last.