On Sunday afternoon I held my very own book in my hands for the first time!
It's called Taranor; a fantasy Faerie story for young adults of all ages, where girl rescues boy and animals talk, where magic abounds and goblins create art, where love blooms and courage prevails.
A year ago I went to the Swanwick Writers' Summer School for the first time. I was in awe of the published writers, they were a breed apart. They seemed superior beings, who sat with the rest of us at the dining table surrounded by an aura of mystery. This year, in August, I will be among their ranks. Well, kind of. John and I haven't done the long haul through publishers and agents. Taranor is self-published on amazon, in paperback and on kindle. It was surprisingly easy to do. Sales are slow and steady. I hope when people have read it, they will recommend it to their friends.
To be honest, even if it doesn't catch on, I'll still continue to write, as I love doing it so much. I love diving into a new world and seeing where it takes me. It would be great if I ended up in a huge house by the sea. For now, Dolly and I will be content with what we have.