A huge THANK YOU to Seattle Mystery Bookshop. It’s a few hours after the event there and I’m still feeling the effects. My chest still tight, still beating in that strange way that is both excitement as well as fear. What a wonderful feeling! And such a wonderful experience the whole thing has certainly been.
It’s strange, at least for me, to walk into a room where everyone has read your work and better yet, enjoyed it. That’s the feeling I came away with today from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Truly it’s something of an honor, something I’ve been dreading and worried about all these long months leading up to publication. Because when writing at home in front of my small computer screen—reading and re-reading lines that may or not make it into the final draft—nothing seems certain. And the truth is at this point I’m writing for only one person and that person is me. It’s a tough way to judge whether the writing is any good, whether it’s coming across and hitting its points, or worse yet, flailing its arms as it falls toward the trash can.
What am I trying to say? Writing is hard. It’s a tough lonely profession that is often highlighted far too few a time. Today, wasn’t like that at all. It was the opposite, very much the opposite and I’m thankful for moments like these, standing there being able to talk to staff and customers that understand what you were trying to do all those years before, when it was just you and the computer and no one else around.
A truly heartfelt thank you to everyone at Seattle Mystery Bookshop, customers, staff, and most importantly, readers.
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