Being a writer is weird. There’s all this invisible pressure to be the best, sell the most books, follow all of the rules. Always be professional. Never show weakness. And for the love of all that is good and scrumptious, don’t admit you have no idea what you’re doing.

Yeah, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Okay, maybe that’s not quite right. I have some idea what I’m doing. But it feels like I have no idea what I’m doing.

Even so, the good people at Kirkus Reviews said this about my book:

An animated, inventive, and infinitely entertaining sci-fi tale.

That is a big deal. Unlike some pay-to-review companies which shall not be named here, Kirkus is a legitimate gatekeeper. They don’t guarantee a positive review in exchange for your hard-earned cash; they’re an industry standard.

And they liked my book. It wasn’t a starred review, so I have room for improvement. But. It was pretty dang good. (You can read the whole review here.)

I don’t mention this to brag. I’m genuinely still processing the idea that my writing doesn’t totally suck. And I’m starting to find the courage to really put myself out there, warts and all.

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