I’ve been so busy writing interviews and guest posts for other blogs, I barely considered what I would write on my own. What can I say about this day, other than I’ve worked and waited for it to arrive for three years, and even longer? The first year I waited hopefully as I wrote RUMP, the last two I waited expectantly as I revised and wrote some more. And now it’s here.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUMP!!!
A friend asked me today, “How does it feel to have your book finally out?”
It feels a little like sending your child off to school for the first time. A little happy and a little sad. A little scary. I don’t really know what to expect. I love my book, but truthfully I feel that it’s no longer mine. It belongs to whoever should choose to pick it up and read it. What I think doesn’t matter so much any more. It’s up to the reader to make of Rump’s story what they will.
I hope many choose to pick up RUMP and I hope they will love it as much as I do, but I also know that’s quite impossible. No one could possibly know what Rump and I have been through together, how I nurtured his story, chiseled it out of my imagination with great care, laughed and cried along the way.
What I really feel is gratitude. Gratitude for all those who helped me on this journey (too many people to name) and gratitude for the opportunity to share it, whatever the response.
Thank you everyone. Thank you world. Thank you luck and fate and destiny. Thank you God.
RUMP: THE TRUE STORY OF RUMPELSTILTSKIN now belongs to you.