Yesterday I walked into a book store in the city (hunting down Order of the Phoenix for my 8 year old). Surrounded by all those walls of books and the carved staircases and shelves, I froze, thinking how strange it is to be part of the people behind the books. Thinking, “oh boy. I wrote a real live one of these things.”
I’m so proud. And the process of release has been such a joy, with so many supportive folk and a few old hands and my publishers to give advice when I flail and fail.
I have another idea percolating. A third book maybe.