Confessions from Julie
I am compelled to share something with you. It's completely inappropriate and I will no doubt regret this blog post in the days to come, but I think if I must declare it, this is the place.
My debut novel, Death by Chocolate, released last week. It's not a Honey Creek book. It's something else entirely. In fact, the manuscript was written years ago, before I had a handle on who I wanted to be as a writer. All I knew then was I wanted to be published. I thought the key to that was coming up with something remarkably different. And it is. But maybe not in the super best way. Or maybe it is. I'm on the fence over it's ability to succeed because I'm biased.
You see, since the days of trying to stand out in that way, I've come to learn a lot about myself. Despite my age, I've really grown into my own in the past year. I've embraced the idea I AM a writer. I've submersed myself in books I love and found my voice - so to say. In my mind now, things have solidified. I am a romance author.
I write Honey Creek sweet books, and a YA from time to time, but central to my YA story is also a very sweet romance. Romance has become a visible thread pulling all my works into a beautifully vibrant quilt. I'm quite pleased about this.
And then Death by Chocolate arrived.
And I'm out blogging and touring and promoting this book that feels so completely foreign to me now. I read my words and am astonished they came from my head. I wonder how I ever wrote anything without the pull and zing of chemistry inside. It's a strange and surreal feeling to be sure.
So, there it is. I've bared my heart to you and feel a bit relieved having done this. At the end of the day, I shake my head and marvel at what a difference one little year can make.And on that note, I can't help but thrill a little at the idea of what 2012 will bring.