I have a story to tell you. A story of love and connection and books and...anyway. I went to OryCon and there I talked to every single person who passed our table. One of them was an older woman in a purple outfit, riding a motorized wheelchair. She had on huge glasses and was hard of hearing. I hugged her and we talked, and she bought my book ROSEHEAD and wheeled off. The next day she came back. With my book. She showed it to me proudly. She read almost all of it in 1 day. Then she said she wants all my other books for Christmas. She told me she has a huge house in West Seattle, and I said, "I live in Seattle too!" She left me her phone number (she doesn't do email), so I called her, and she told me she is staging a private ROSEHEAD reading at her house with all the neighbors she knows, a lot of whom have kids. She said she already made her whole family read the book, and will now nag all the people she knows. I said I will come, in my tutu and everything.
And this is what book writing is about for me. This connection with people. Yes, I'm not a traditionally published author and I don't get invited to big bookstores to read my books. I'm an indie, and nobody wants us indies. We have bad rep. But I don't really care. THIS is what I care about. This book reading at someone's house is a gift of love, and I feel it right now. It's overwhelming. This is why I write. I thought I'd share it with you, because, you know, I'm overflowing with emotion right now. XOXO