So, I wrote and published a book.

Small-town journalist, Cricket Hampton, gets caught up in a Detroit underground sex ring when her world collides with a young girl from Honduras.

I’m a writer, not a salesman. Here goes nothing.

After writing and publishing a book, I’m finding the whole process to be quite the out-of-body experience.

First, I’m an introvert and the idea of having to carve out relationships and network with publishers or prospects who might want to read my work is… well, it’s unnatural. I’d rather jump out of my skin and bones and let someone else overtake my body while this is happening. Once this charismatic body-snatcher builds up a sufficient following, then I might consider retaking the steering wheel again.

I’m not a salesman, but I am a lion. I do not have an aggressive bone in my body, except when it comes to protecting my kids, and sparring with bullies who think that I’m not the contentious type. The bully is usually astounded when I become a lion and attack when cornered. But, I’m not this way when it has to do with a book I’ve written. Even though I’ve written it with more passion than I’ve ever had for anything else on this big, round globe we live on.

And so now that I’ve written a book I’m going to embark on the extremely daunting process of selling, hawking, soliciting, and peddling my goods (something totally out of sync with my shrinking violet, wallflower persona).

Now without further whining and complaining about my social ineptitude, here is my book:  Little Girl Wonder. Read a sample page and if it peaks your interest, consider buying it and writing a review, but only if you want to! (passive/aggressive plea for a nice review)