That was the massive breath I let out once I typed the magic words the other day. The End. Then I leapt out of my chair, dashed to the mirror, shot finger guns at myself and said, “We fucking did it, you brilliant girl.”
Next, I pumped up the music to my personal anthem, Try Everything from Zootopia, and danced. I was home alone so no retinas were damaged by the brightness of my smile nor the awkwardness of my old white lady dances moves. Both cats might need therapy soon though, but that probably has more to do with me constantly trying to give them hugs than me gyrating in front of the hallway mirror.
And yes, I’m the only person in the whole world who has ever finished* a book. We all know that, right? Okay, there might be a few others. But y’all. Y’aaaaaaaaall!!! This has been a long time coming. I feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes (or that creepy hand that shoots up from the grave at the end of a horror movie) because you can’t keep this girl down. About three years ago I was at this same place with a different book and then… Poof! Nothing. Well, there was a lot of something, but I already said fucking in the first paragraph and I’m pretty sure I’m only allowed one F-Bomb per 400 words. Fuck, now there’s two. Three! Gah!
But yeah, that first book is being held in the loving arms of my C drive clutching a blanket monogrammed with the initials FP&SL on which is pinned a note from its mother that she will be back to get it from the orphanage some day. Shh…Don’t tell FP&SL that I went off and had a whole other book baby.
Said book baby is currently with my editor and will be available this fall! For now, click below and subscribe to my Newsletter for fun stuff like the cover reveal, the title reveal, excerpts, teasers, and other fun details like how the cats are doing in therapy.
Do it. Now.
Or not. I mean you’re an adult and can do what you want, right…unless you’re a kid, in that case sorry for all the fucks.
*is a book ever really finished?