I have to admit that there's still a teeny tiny little part of me that's waiting for someone to jump out from behind a tree and yell "Psych!" But the sensible part of me knows no one actually has enough time on their hands to pull off a prank of that magnitude. (Right?) And people don't really say "Psych" anymore anyway. (Right?)
And then there's the whole HOLDING THE ACTUAL BOOK IN MY HANDS thing.
So, at this point, I think it's reasonable for me to believe that I really do have a book coming out a month from today. And, I have to tell you, I don't think anything in the world smells quite so amazing as my very own book, fresh from the printer. Taking that book out of its envelope was such a strange, wonderful, overwhelming, incredible feeling.
My name is on the cover. My dog is on the cover. And the pages inside represent so much time at my desk with my dogs snoring at my feet, so many dreams, and so much love and support from so many people.
A month from now, if you're so inclined, you'll be able to pick up a copy of STAY and read about Van, Peter, Janie, Louis, Agnes, Diane, and a big, sweet, sloppy German Shepherd named Joe. I am so excited for you to meet them. Spending the past few years writing these characters has been a joy. I love them dearly, and if you spend a rainy afternoon, or a series of evenings, or some commute time on the train with them, I hope you'll love them too.