Ever feel like someone strapped you to the back of a rocket and said “hold on,” without any seatbelt or warning?

That’s how I’m feeling right now. The thunder of the engine shakes me in my seat as I’m trying to get my bearings, but before I can do that, I’m off.

Hit hard and jettisoning to the stratosphere.

I can’t think of a better metaphor for the last few weeks as I start working on my author life. I suppose that’s a misleading statement. Because I’m always working on something author-relat...