I can’t believe it’s October. September has flown by. I’ve changed companies in my day job, had lots of excitement with the release of Once Upon a Rhyme, and had to finish copyedits for Happily Never After. I also appeared at the SFWA tent at the Baltimore Book Festival. It was a great time and I really enjoyed talking to a number of great people, readers and writers alike. If anyone has found this blog as a result of reading Once Upon a Rhyme, thanks for checking it out.
October always makes me think of Halloween, so I thought I’d start the month by sharing some old writing. This was a short story that I wrote in my teenage years. For all the teenagers out there, keep writing, because you never know what might happen.
The Long Night
By the time I wake up tomorrow, Once Upon a Rhyme will be e-published. It seems like such a huge turning point in my life. All the characters that John Peck and I created become real somehow tomorrow. People that I’ve never met will talk about them. Someone who I don’t know will laugh at my words.
I want to thank everyone. My co-workers at every job I’ve ever had, my relatives, more friends that I can count, classmates, all my fellow Harper Voyager writers who feel like siblings to me, and the writers and editors who’ve made me better over the years. I’ve called and spoken to a few people, but there are so many more.
Thank you all.
For everyone out there who is writing or has written a book, please don’t give up. It’s taken me over 20 years to get here. I know that there are talented, brilliant people out there with incredible stories who feel like they can’t get a break. To all of you, keep writing. It can happen.
Tonight, I was cleaning my shed, which wasn’t something that I intended in any way, shape or form. I found an old folder in a storage box, and inside was a spiral notebook filled with short stories that I had written when I was 13. It seemed so very appropriate that on this of all nights, I’d happen to find that beat-up notebook, cover long gone, containing some of my first attempts at writing stories.
I’m not going to sleep much tonight, but I’m wishing everyone the best of dreams. And please, whatever dreams you have, don’t give up on them. And if you have given up, don’t be afraid to chase new ones.
All the best,