Thank you. Really. I am truly flattered and amazed that my novel touched you so deeply. Thank you so much for your message on Twitter/Tumblr/Facebook. It’s fans like you that inspire me to keep writing.
“If He had Been with Me” is not the best book ever written. While you’re waiting for me to finish “This Song is (Not) for You” you should check out my list of BEST BOOKS I’VE EVER READ!!!
**Secretly, I pretend that I am the reincarnation of Carson McCullers. But let’s keep that just between you and me, ‘kay?
Notice the expressions on her face while she plays.
or April will sound like a dreaded poseur…
I’m on Tumblr now. My blog is called “Author” because I thought they were asking ME for MY title.
I was already way insecure about how many followers I had on Twitter. Whenever I lose a follower I think, “What did I post that made them not like me anymore?” I also waste far more time on Twitter than I ever expected. I’ve become strangely addicted to a social networking site that I barely understand. None of my friends are on Twitter. I tried to explain it to them. “It’s like a big worldwide conversation,” I said. “With who?” they said. I find myself constantly worrying that I’ll do the sort of annoying things on Twitter that my Mother does on Facebook. Aren’t I still too young to feel this way?
I’m not sure how many of my acquaintances have even heard of Tumblr. Most people I know drew the line at instagram. I just want to stay connected to how the world works now.
I’ve been attending my husband’s band practices the past few weeks. Rob is thrilled that after nearly ten years together I’m finally letting him teach me about music. I’ve also been reading bios of famous female drummers and percussionists, like Evelyn Glennie and Meg White.