When People Ask Me to Describe My Book and Protagonist in One Sentence, and the Curse of Self Promotion

You made it to the party. You’ve left your crypt for the first time in a month. You emerge pale and frizzy-haired, socially obligated to perform your routine human interaction at least once before you return to the safety of the dark hole you crave to continue writing. They don’t know. They don’t care. HowContinue reading “When People Ask Me to Describe My Book and Protagonist in One Sentence, and the Curse of Self Promotion”