I grew up going to the library. My dad would roam the styles and I would gather a bunch of books to take home with me. I was always in awe of the amount of books on offer, and slightly intimidated by the silence - it gave it an almost holy feel.
Anyway, I finally got round to donating my trilogy to my local library and so had to take a picture!
So there you have it... best thing was I noticed this week that Hybrid is missing - which means someone has taken it out! Fingers crossed they enjoy it.
If anyone had told me years ago that I would have written a novel, let alone three, I would have laughed my head off... seriously!
In fact, I am shocked at what I have done in four years. I feel at a loss now, and hope I can continue and write another. Insecurity is my biggest enemy, especially when I know there are millions of books out there - why would anyone care about mine?
I have to remember to write for me, to escape.
Perhaps the issue is that recently I have needed to escape less and embraced motherhood. Life is a lot easier when you don't have a toddler to look after. You start to get your life back. I want to make the best use of my time - is writing it? Who knows? I certainly don't.
My next project, along with other novels in the pipeline, is more personal and therefore more daunting. Historical fiction is something I love to read. I am scared that I will not do 'it' justice.
But, as the saying goes 'if you don't try, you won't know'.
Luckily, my eyesight is finally on the mend - phew... so back to the drawing board I go.
Have a fantastic week all.
All the best,
Vanessa
