I believe I’m experiencing incontinence of joy. I’ve got this thing going on where I stand in my bedroom, flapping my hands like a developmentally disabled but very happy chicken. No, I have not taken up hard drugs! No, I have not lost 18 consecutive rounds of beer pong! I am frightening anyone who happens to see because, for the first time in my life, after ten years of working my butt off and reading and editing and redrafting and throwing away entire manuscripts, I am officially a novelist!
My truest gratitude goes out to High Sierra Writers, Just Add Water and Lucky Bat Books, your support has been invaluable. Special thanks to my lovely editor Joelle Fraser and Cindie Geddes, who decided I’m worthy of the Lucky Bat name.
Thanks to my critique givers Mike Hemmingsen, Gina Akao, Jake Disch, Kaitlin Branch, Todd Borg, Paula O’Riley, Jake Ricci, Tom Cecil, Anne Merritt, Katie Eksten, Alexandria King, Chris Marsh, Michelle Suzanne Snyder, Lisa Mortara, Victor Woodel, Ben Rogers, JL Sarchet, Peggy Rew, Jade Griffin and M. David Rosencrance.
Finally, I want to recognize the people who I’ve bothered these last ten years with endless crack-head ideas and boring dinner conversations about plot devices – Kathy Garrido, Natalia Garrido, Bill Garrido, Tyler Maggert and Justin McCargar. I hope it wasn’t too painful.