It was the 11th hour before my novel series was to launch. I loved the final draft of the book cover design. The editorial department had done its jobs with the manuscript. The social media platform had been previously primed with nearly 15,000 followers. The administrative team was ready to execute the launch.
But at that 11th hour, I opened an e-mail message.
The words were innocent enough, but they hit like a sledge hammer to my solar plexus. The poison of doubt spread through my veins.
I cancelled the launch. I stopped writing fiction. I stopped writing my blog. 2015 was the first year of my life that I failed to read one book.
April 1, 2016.
Back in the 1980s, I used to say, “If life give you lemons, piss on ’em!”
There’s no better time that April Fools’ Day to revive my passion: fiction.