Wow. I haven’t posted since June. That’s pretty crazy. I thought it had only been a month. Sad.

Well, I have been really busy, I’m currently working on a Kickstarter campaign for a picture book. Please, check it out—maybe even donate 🙂 As soon as it’s finished, I will finish my first non-fiction, What Does Spider Poop Look Like? And then I get to finish book 3 of The Cupolian Series, Anya and the Cavern of Trials. It’s almost finished writing wise, but then I still have to edit it, format, get a cover…. But I hope to have the series finished with both books releasing next year.

But that’s not why I’m writing today. No, I’m serious, that’s not.

Yesterday was one of the craziest days of my life, and I’ve had some doozies. I went to the Thunder Road Author Rally at the Maynardville Public Library. It was great!


I met some great authors and learned a lot, too. I was placed with other children’s authors, so I was able to talk to people in my own genre. That was a real blessing, as unless you’ve written children’s, you just can’t understand the business children’s.

After the rally, I drove to Kentucky to participate in the Blue Heron Ghost Train with Big South Fork. As soon as I walked up to the ranger in charge, I was being interviewed by a local public broadcasting station. Whoa!

Now, I’ve never really delved into this here, but I do have a bit of an entertainment background. So, giving an interview wasn’t that big of a deal for me. I can honestly say that I handled it very well. However…

Several hours later, the guests arrived. Again, I have an entertainment background, mostly stage. You know, the live stuff. But for whatever reason, all that went out the window when those people arrived!!! Maybe because it really mattered this time. My reputation as a writer was on the line. If my story wasn’t good enough…well, you get the idea.

And apparently, it wasn’t. The audience didn’t seem to respond to it. I honestly believe it had to do with audience/story meshing. My story wasn’t right for that audience. I was afraid of that. Of course, it could also be because something was missing from the story. I don’t know what. I just know it was. Something was wrong with it, two somethings to be truthful; but I never figured out what they were, so I was never able to fix them. I think another thing wrong is, my stories are made to be read, not told, and I think that has a lot to do with it. Imagine listening to your favorite book. Some people like that, but most people aren’t really into audio books. They’re just not.

So after getting up at 6 in the morning and driving through two states, having surprises and telling tales, I was exhausted to say the least. I’m still pooped. I could go to sleep right now, but I have too much to do! My next event is this weekend at the Haunting in the Hills, and I have to find my registration papers. And then I got invited to be a story teller at the Apple Festival the weekend after that, and I don’t even know what I’m going to tell yet-cringe!

Oh well, worrying helps nothing—wish me luck!