As I begin this post, I am also in the throes of finishing the first draft of my book. A teen fiction novel about a boy, a girl and a flu epidemic that gives rise to super-humans, gifted with strength and highly tuned senses.
Writing is a time consuming thing, it steals your attention like a newborn, the idea refusing to leave you in peace until you give in to the nagging, and breathe life into it, and finally, tearfully, it is born on the page.
At which point, you may think your work is done? I am told not. Now I need an Author Platform, an internet presence, a whole public persona and a following. I need a platform from which I may springboard myself into the waiting arms of an agent or publisher or, should I go the self-publishing route, my readers. How exciting is that? I get to re-invent myself in cyberspace.
As my first task reaches completion, this is the journey I invite you to join me on. These first lines go out to my nearest and dearest (you know who you are) who put up with me and do without me when I’m “busy,” my book widow and now sadly, my blog orphans.