One of the pictures above is me holding my first book for the first time on September 19,2019.
There’s good news about it that I can’t talk about just yet on the fourth birthday of You Beneath Your Skin, but I hope this book will find its path.
Writing life is a roller-coaster and traditional publishing is like being stabbed and massaged at the same time—add to that the pandemic and deadlines—time and perceptions have turned elastic.
You Beneath Your Skin brought me my first agent, who, despite the best contacts, couldn’t sell the book outside of India. At the peak of the pandemic, in end 2020, the two of us amicably parted ways. He liked my next book, but couldn’t see a way forward to selling it. That book became The Blue Bar, and in the June of 2021 I signed my second agent who continues to represent me today.
The same book that lost me one agent, got me another. The book sold within fifteen days of going out on submission, to Thomas & Mercer, in a 2-book deal. My third book, The Blue Monsoon, will be out this October.
Through all this time, my doubting thomas within has tried to focus on what could have been and what should have been, but today I’ve chosen to ignore that self-doubting monster. I want to go back to the person I no longer am from four years ago, and celebrate her clueless, unalloyed smile.
These years haven’t been without their rewards. Chief among them has been the support of friends, especially blog friends.
So many of you have read and reviewed all my books–I can count Jacqui Murray, Dan Antion, Marian Allen, Denise Covey, Sonia Dogra, Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Shilpa Gupte, Jemi Fraser, Hilary Melton-Butcher, Lisa Southard, J L Campbell, Anna Tan, J Lenni Dorner, Kalpana Misra, Inderpreet Kaur Uppal, Lisa Southard, Amisha Bahl Chawla, and so many others who have continued to cheer me on, especially during my dark days.
Today I heard from the sister of Paul Warburton, my much-mourned blog-friend. She sent me these pictures of his notes of You Beneath Your Skin. He wrote me a lovely review.
The other picture is of her holding her brother’s copy to read.
Others have reached out, telling me how well they remember having read the book.
It also gives me great joy to report that the proceeds of You Beneath Your Skin have continued to go to Project WHY and Stop Acid Attacks, the two organizations that the book will support throughout its lifetime.
More than monetary gains, my joy lies in those who my books have reached, the hearts they have touched, and the love they have brought me in return. This week has been dark, personally speaking, but I’ve decided to think of all the pleasure and emotion my books have wrought, and take heart from it.
I may not be the world’s most talented writer, or its most successful, but I certainly am the most blessed with love and solidarity that I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve.
So, corny as it sounds, and despite what my debilitating self-doubt tells me–I know I have much further ahead to go. If you have kind thoughts, wishes and cheers, I’ll take them now, thank you.
Have you known me from my days of before You Beneath Your Skin? Would you like to share a word to cheer me on as I forge ahead with my writing? What have the past few years been like for you?
My literary crime novel, The Blue Bar is on Kindle Unlimited now. Add it to Goodreads or snag a copy to make my day. The sequel, The Blue Monsoon is up for pre-orders! And if you’d like to read a book outside the series, you can check out You Beneath Your Skin. Find all info about my books here or on Linktree.
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