Two things made my weekend great:
First, I logged onto Goodreads and found a very nice review from a person I don’t know and who I figured out is a book blogger. So, I headed over to her blog, and sure enough, there is the review of Painted Blind! Hooray! I have a blog tour scheduled for the end of August, but I am excited that someone picked it up on her own and enjoyed the book.
Then, I got a voicemail message from my sister. She said, “I just want you to know my daughter stayed up until 3 a.m. reading your book, so thanks for that!” I started laughing. Of course, she wasn’t really mad, and I was delighted that her fourteen-year-old couldn’t sleep until she reached the very last page.
One of the big hurdles in writing is finding your own identity. I never intended to write the book that would change your life. I never set my sights on a national book award or aspired to go down in history as a great American author. I just wanted to write the book you couldn’t put down. And when it was finished, I wanted you to sit back with a satisfied sigh and say, “That was fun.”
I spent Sunday afternoon smiling. My niece & a book reviewer named Aimee basically told me, “Mission accomplished.” Thanks to you both.