FYI, the first thing I realized is that my blog is OMG-BORING. I’ve hired someone less boring to post as me from now on. Bring in the dancing puppies!
So this is the entry. This is the one where I look back on the start of this blog that no one reads and go, “Wowiee, wow! I’m a real writer now. Paid and everything.” And that’s true. I started this blog to track my path from first written word to sold manuscript, and we’re there. Yesterday it was official. And I’ll continue this blog as I begin a new journey as an actual author. Will I be able to turn this into a career that supports me? Will my book bomb? Will they actually name it THE GREAT COOKIE? (The day after I found out it had sold I had a nightmare that they demanded my book be named THE GREAT COOKIE). Those are the questions I’ll be answering over the next year as I move from published author to “holy sh!t that’s MY book on the shelf with the neon-puke cover.”
Until then though, I’m going to answer the one burning question on everyone’s mind: what’s my secret? What made THE DEATHDAY LETTER what it is?
The answer is: masturbation euphemisms. And penis euphemisms, and sex euphemisms.
My next book is just a listing of samurai and ninja themed porn movie titles. And some other stuff that happens.
Stay tuned for my next entry: The entire plot of the Twilight series in haiku.