My fifth novel, Tug of War, just hit Amazon yesterday. It’s the third book in a series of four.
But, before it got to that point, I visualized it in my hands. I saw the cover, I turned its pages—even before I wrote the first word—and then I got to work.
Months of writing. Working with a critique group and beta readers. Editing. Rewriting. Cover design. Formatting.
Yes, a lot of work. And when the writing was difficult and things took a lot longer than expected, I always thought back to that moment when my book was nothing more than a concept. An idea. A dream.
I remembered what it felt like to hold the fruits of my labor in my hands…
The smoothness of its cover, the smell of new print, the weight of its pages, my name in bold type—all of these reminded me that it would be worth it.
And, it is.