Ninety-day countdown begins today for the release of A Very Fine House on September 23! I began writing FIVE years ago, and stopped and started about five times. I mean…what was I thinking that I could write a book? Me, the one whose high school senior English teacher told I’d never make it through college because I couldn’t write (can you hear a “neener-neener”?). All I’d ever written was a decent business letter or indignant consumer complaint. But with the stuff that miracles are made of, I somehow sold my story to a publisher about a year and a half ago. I can only conclude that this is a story that demands telling.
Please forgive the self-promotion today…and that which will follow these next weeks and months. I’ve learned the publishing industry counts on authors to participate in the marketing of their own books. Uncomfortable as it is, I do want to sell books. I do want other families to know there is help, there is hope, there is recovery.