Wow! I am an author. Not just a writer, but an AUTHOR. (Dum dum dum- dramatic music)
I have dreamed of this my whole life. I have wanted to be writer from the minute I first held a pencil! I never imagined that I would start with erotica. But as I am fond of pointing out, I am a PK (preacher’s kid) and so I was bound to go there eventually. In case you are confused, PK’s are the worst. The only thing more dangerous than making friends with a PK is hooking up with an MK (missionary’s kid) because their parents are out of the country. Although I am in my fifties, I still feel justified in using my upbringing as an excuse for my poor choices and excesses.
So here’s the dilemma.
I have NO IDEA how to sell a book, but please don’t tell my publisher. Hahaha
