The hardest part of putting a book out into the world is the marketing. Seriously. The questions you have to answer and the selling takes away from time when you would rather be writing.
We writers are mostly a quiet bunch that hide in our small rooms in front of a computer, only venturing out for supplies, an occasional meal, and perhaps a glass of wine.
I love my book. I love the story. I love the characters. I loved writing them. I cried with them and I laughed with them. They became friends whom I wanted to protect from the horrible circumstance of losing their mother.
But to tell other people to read it, to expect others to enjoy the journey is hard. I tend to be pretty private. My writing is my therapy, my joy.
So, I hope as you partake in this journey with me, you will enjoy the story, and maybe take away a little something from Connor, Reilly, and Moira’s journey.