Ever stand on a cliff precipice and look down? Feel the fear and exhilaration? That’s me when I send work off to a publisher.
I write ‘The End’ and another collection of tales undergoes editing, design layout, and finally, emerges in the hands of a reader with cover and dedication completed. A feeling akin to vertigo takes over.
Not until a reader says ‘I read your book’ does the entire process take on a different life. Not until a reviewer pokes and pulls the sentences apart and lures readers does the book’s coloration emerge. Not until finally, I spot my stories, neatly bound on a bookstore or library shelf, can I sigh relief. Set free, the book moves beyond recall, stands on its own.
A collection of short stories, flash fiction, original sketches, and post card fiction is scheduled out November 2016. I’m still mulling over the title. Stay tuned.
