Originally, I posted this on FB October 13. I think it’s worth saving.


One more author signing in 2018.
Iโ€™ll get a new hoodie and table runner for 2019.
Iโ€™m feeling a bit reflective, so forgive my rambling.

Iโ€™ve met so many amazing peopleโ€”people Iโ€™ve come to LOVE and CARE about through our shared need of a story. And I wonโ€™t name all the names, but you know who you are. And I know who you are too.

Readers need books.
But after all the hoopla, swag, dick soap, and hugs, the truth is authors need words.

And that makes usโ€”writers.

Itโ€™s a drug.
And when itโ€™s flowing, there is no greater high.

Itโ€™s a rare occasion for me to go to after parties or dinner, and usually when I do, itโ€™s spurred on by the lovely E.

And the reason I donโ€™t is simple, Iโ€™ve got a problem. An addiction with the words and Iโ€™m chasing them. ๐Ÿฆ‹ And others do too. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Sometimes shy, reclusive, and seen as stand-offish (dare I say snob), but the truth is some of us arenโ€™t the worlds best at verbal communication. Let me write you a note, a love letter, a 700 page tomb, but minglingโ€”now, thatโ€™s some scary shit!

Iโ€™m a writer… and itโ€™s what I do.

On my phone, on my Mac, on tiny scraps of torn paper, scrolled on my arms like some sort of crazy hieroglyphics only my madness can understand. There is no organization here. My mind is caught between a crime scene and a wooden rack and itโ€™s twisted, flawed, and fucked up.

So when asked what Iโ€™m doing…
Iโ€™m putting it down. ๐Ÿ’‹

In a hotel room, in the truck, in the blistering hot sun, in the bathtub, in bed, during dinner, in the middle of the night…

If I stopped publishing tomorrow, Iโ€™d still be a writer. It is who I am. I will be with the words until I am no more. But I choose to hit that publish button and share for one reasonโ€”to give readers an escape.

I was recently told by a reader that she was slowly reading my book to savor every word. It was a tremendous compliment.

If youโ€™ve met me, bought a book from me, wanted to throw your phone/reader at me from thousands of miles away, or screamed at my scribbles, I thank you greatly for allowing me to share my roller coaster of chaos. โ™ฅ๏ธ

You are LOVED.
My writer needs you.
I need you.
Stay fierce.
Stay true. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜˜

And the absolute coolest part about being an indie is ultimately the community of strangers which somehow interweave into my fabric. And I love every single one of your stories. And yeah, I do remember. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I got a thing for details. โ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

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