Eleven months ago, in the midst of a cold snap that would freeze even Hell over because it was about -5 degrees here in Rhode Island, I was inking up a contract with my mess of a signature. With Hell freezing over I was signing my very first BOOK contract!

By the 18^thof January 2018 was already exceeding any expectations, which wasn’t hard, since I, long ago, had given up on believing in expectations, especially when it came to writing and publishing.

My publishing story is long, sad, and at times, even funny. If I ever get it together enough to write a memoir (terrifying thought!), I would call it Failing Forward. It’s not that original or clever but, then again, titles are NOT my forte—see all of my previously (self) published novels.  

I’ve detailed my story in various writing forms and across various blogs. A year ago, I tried to…