When I’m on deadline he’s the bearer of breakfasts, solace, back rubs, tea, reminders to eat and sleep.
He was the one who bought me my first secondhand laptop, took me to my first workshops, clicked me at my first book event.
Unlike during the publication of You Beneath Your Skin, there are no events this time, and I’m on deadline for the sequel to THE BLUE BAR, but I wanted to take a few minutes to appreciate the man THE BLUE BAR is dedicated to.
I’m going to miss the deadline because I’ve gutted the book. It’s going to be a stronger, more streamlined read later, but right now it looks like a home visited by a demolition expert. The better half is right there beside me, bringing me breakfast, letting me tell him the story (yet another time) so I can get it right, and making me excel sheets to fill in the timeline.
The book was an Amazon First Read, got attacked by racist trolls, and is now receiving not-half–bad reviews, including this starred one from Publisher’s Weekly.
My lit crime novel, The Blue Bar is on Kindle Unlimited now. It is also free on Netgalley for the next two weeks. Add it to Goodreads or snag a copy to make my day.
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