I'm a spaz. This should come as no shock to anyone reading this. If you know me at all, you know I'm just a nerd at heart. I recently went on vacation and did the nerdiest, spaziest thing of all. I bought my own book.
Yes, I know. I have free author copies. But I had my Kindle and I didn't have a copy on it, so I bought one. Told you I was a spaz. Even spazier? I read it. Every word. I read it like I had never seen the thing before. I laughed at the funny parts. I got misty near the end. I'm such a spaz. Even my husband couldn't believe I was reading my own book.
Him: Don't you know what happens next?
Me: Hush! This is the good part!
So I did more than read my own book on vacation. Of course I did. I'm not that bad. Yes, I finished the next book in the Mad Hatterly series. I sent it off to my editor when I returned and now I'm deep in edits with it.
Normally editing is something I loathe. Who wants to be told do it over? But Becoming Mr. Brooking is an anomally for me. I love this book. Adore it. Writing it was a pleasure. I was jealous of the time I spent away from my characters and now--I actually like editing it. I like reading it again.
No, not like. Love.
I love this book.
Soon I will have a lovely cover to share, followed by some even more lovely news that is yet a secret. Ssh. So you share with me instead. What has been your most beloved project? The one you dreamt of at night and craved while on your day job? The one you were secretly thinking of when your significant other said "Are you listening to me?"
Tell me so I'll know I'm not the only spaz out there.
