Six years ago, anticipating the release of my first novel, THE INTERLOPER, I scribbled some hesitant notes toward a new thing.
Then I tossed out those notes and scribbled some more notes, less hesitant, toward what would become PANORAMA CITY.
Today, exactly today, it’s a book. I’m feeling something like parental pride. For the next month or so, I’ll be helping my novel make its way into the world, decorating its dorm room, buying it a microwave and a futon. Then it’ll be on its own for the first time.
For the moment, though, I’m trying to enjoy this bittersweet moment, both a culmination and a farewell.