Well, folks, Quest of the Dreamwalker is officially out today, and I’m so excited. Like kid-on-Christmas excited. It feels surreal to think that I can call myself an author. I know my novella, Son of Anubis, came out in January, but this one has more emotion attached to it. It’s bigger. More official. And as my publisher quipped, I now have a book “list.”
But in a way, I feel as if I just sent another kid off to college. Honestly. Cara’s story has been hanging around in my desk drawer for decades. I often used to read it, tweaking the language or the dialogue, adding descriptions and re-routing the plot by just a hair. I loved playing with that story. It was like my hobby.
No, it was more than that. It was my touchstone, reminding me that I am more than my daily existence. That my quiet uneventful life does not define the real me. That I have something greater to strive for.
Now, it is done. Truly and finally “fini.” No more playing with it. No more smoothing of edges. No more honing of arcs.
Happy as I am, I already know I will miss it.
But only for a while. Because life goes on, right? What feels new and odd now, soon becomes normal again. And we adjust.
So tonight I will drink a toast to Cara, Khoury, Falin and Archer, whisper a “Look, Mom, no hands” to the air, and pack away the hundreds of pages of marked up words that are now obsolete.
And then I will take out one of the handful of other manuscripts that need my attention and I will fall in love all over again.
Because isn’t that really why we’re here? To fall in love as often as humanly possible in any way we can.
And that’s how I want to live. Falling in love, every damn day.
Look for Quest of the Dreamwalker, ebook or softcover, on Amazon.
For a free sneak peak of the first two chapters, check out my BHC Author page here.