The Beginning of my End

When I put it that way it sounds very dramatic, but there you have it. For years I've been writing now, from my first hormonal-charged mess at the age twelve to my most recent (and still cloistered) novel 'The Scorpion King'. In all I've written a total of eleven completed novels, but I've never really shared any of them. Now here I am, with 'Farro' and ready to do the impossible -- the unthinkable: try out self-publishing.

Yeah, me and a million other people. Will I be a success? No, probably not. Will I make enough money to finally buy myself that Welsh Corgi Puppy my husband and I have been pining for? Maybe.

I wrote 'Farro' on an impulse. I sat down, and without any planning or plotting, I just... wrote it. In three weeks. It was a mess, but an entertaining mess. So I let it simmer on the back burner a bit as I tampered with the Scorpion King (a research-based monster) and tried picking it up again. It was worse than I'd thought. Think of cooking a really good stew in a really awful pot; you let it cook down for a couple hours, stirring it occasionally, but when you finally dish it up there's this thick layer of sludge burnt onto the bottom. That was 'Farro'. That was my challenge.

I'm rewriting, editing, and - quite frankly - taking all my verbal, self-flagellation too seriously in regards to this novel. For all my struggling I can say this much about myself: I'm not perfect but I'm dedicated. I truly love writing, even if I'll never make a living off it. I don't write for money or fame, nor do I write for the popular market. I write for the satisfaction of it, for the joy of creating a character I love to completely antagonize, and I also write for those people that have read my work and made me feel like a million bucks by saying, "Yeah, go for it."

So okay, here I go!

Begin reading Farro online!