So, today's the day. My kinda creepy little book has been officially published.
The Last Day for Rob Rhino has been unleashed. My bald heroine and her aging porn star sidekick are on their own. Only time will tell how they'll be received.
I know I love them. They lived in my head for a couple of years. In fact they still do.
I miss them.
I get asked often which character I am. Am I a bald, Xanax popping, slave to fashion with a secret? Am I an aging porn star with a questionable past? No...no need to answer that! The truth is, I'm all my characters on any given day. In one way or another.
I'm flawed. I'm weird. I'm kinda nutty. I don't always do the right thing. But, I mean well. And, I try my best. Sometimes, with comical results. Sometimes, not so much.
Mostly, I'm just a writer who has stories to tell. I like to make stuff up. I like to stretch the truth. Exaggeration is my middle name. I make myself laugh. I make myself cry. See? I told you I was weird. Such is the life of a writer. I think every writer starts writing for their own amusement, their own therapy. Somewhere along the way someone likes it. Then, we get carried away and try to sell it. A lot of the time, no one buys it.
Yes, I know how lucky I am. I'm forever grateful to get to announce this launch.
I hope you read my dark little story. I hope you love Claire and Rob as much as I do.
Now I can get crackin' on book number two. No bald women or aging porn stars. But, it's another creepy little story.