When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer, but wasn't sure ordinary people could actually achieve that. I mean, wasn't this the purvue of the supremely gifted literati? How could there possibly be room for a small town Canadian?
Years later, I got an agent, got a publisher--both accomplishments, I've since learned--and my first novel dropped. I was delighted. My thoughts were torn between thinking I'd won the lottery and worrying it was just luck. Now, I understand a big part of it was luck. Not the talent factor, just the odds factor. Because we all know there are good, unpublished writers out there.
Book Two was also revelatory. I was then conflicted, because on the one hand, it seemed less of a coincidence that I was published, but would I sell to people who were not my siblings? Time would tell, and I became a bit more comfortable with calling myself an author.
Here were are, announcing the advent of Book Three: Steal It All. I've received reviews for the first two, which calmed me down mightily, I must say! My readers suggest it's the best of the lot, to date. The insecure writer asks: What was wrong with the first two? Of course, there's nothing at all wrong with the first two. Three Wrongs introduces the series, and I'm clearly getting more comfortable with my characters in the second novel: AMACAT.
With Steal It All, I'm trying to write a fuller story, one perhaps with more depth, greatewr attention to detail. I think I did that. I hope you like it half as much as I enjoyed writing it.