Ever since I signed the contract for my first book (well, ever since childhood – it just started to feel like a real possibility with the contract), I’ve been so excited to hold my book in my hands. My book. In book format. Like a real book. I thought that would have been Alice’s story, but as I’ve learned many times in life, you never know how things will go.
And so yesterday, I got to hold Lucy’s story in my hands. It’s been surreal, and the response has been hearth warming and supportive. I’m still in a bit of shock, to be honest. I’ve waited a long time for this.
And then my cat promptly rubbed her cheeks all over it and declared it hers. I should have seen that coming…
Ami Maxine 