Seeing THE NEW FLESH Cover Makes Me All Giddy Inside

Seeing the cover kinda' makes it real. It also makes me kinda' want to burn things, you know, just watch the flames dance a little, nothing major. It won't get out of control. I promise. I mean, that's just a tendency one of my characters has, not me; the firebug thing's not based on experiences I may have had from my real life. Absolutely not. No way. Just forget I said anything...

But it's pretty cool to have visually tangible evidence that pieces of my creative self have been judged worthy enough to receive such an outstanding cover. This really feels like the beginning of something great. For many years I was one of those writers who did a lot more talking about writing than actually putting the damn words to paper. It wasn't until about two years ago that I actually began to take my writing seriously. Hell, I thought "The New Flesh" would never see print, that it wasn't quite good enough, but I knew I was close. I can see my writing getting stronger. The novel I'm working on now I feel is much better. I don't know. I'm excited to see what happens.

Either way, I can feel my head blowing up, my confidence soaring. I'm like, super awesome and better than everybody. So, you can all... Wait. What was that? I haven't even sold a single book yet? I have to be nice? But the cover... And fire is so cool... And... Fine. I'll get back to working on the new novel I was just bragging about and shut up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't hit me. Where do we keep the matches?

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