I don’t think I can explain how much the new book means to me. But I’m going to try.
It’s the reason I fought my way back from the vertigo. When my physical therapy required me to do the very things that made me sick and brought on the vertigo episodes every day, giving up would have been so easy. But I couldn’t. Because I wouldn’t abandon this book. I had a commitment to the publisher and my readers to get it done this year and I would see it through.
When a loved one’s illness has sent me in an emotional tailspin, this book has been here to hide inside. To escape my own emotions, I delve into Kat and Evan’s. They have kept me sane and made me strong enough to face what is happening. Sometimes they are all that remains of normal.
I have gnawed my nails to the nubs over the plot. The emotional beats. The character development. Rewritten each sentence. Agonized over each word. Because this is not just another story. This is THE story that’s been inside of me for decades. The first story I ever wanted to tell. And I have this one chance to get it right. To do justice to the characters who have lived inside me since I was 11 years old.
I pour everything I have into this book. Because it’s not simply a book. It’s my art. It’s magic and it’s blood and it’s sweat and it’s tears. It’s sacrifice and it’s joy. Everything, everything that has impacted me, shaped me, torn me apart, it’s all there in those pages. I’ve taken the messy in my existence and made something pretty out of it.
So this book that’s coming out in 9 weeks, it’s not just another book I wrote. It’s an expression of my soul. It’s my art. It’s my legacy. When I die, this is all that will remain.