Well, friends, I finally did it. Years later. So many years I wonder if any old blog readers even remember me writing about it… I finally published my book! I was looking at old blog posts last night and found a bucket list for my 30’s. Publishing my moth fairy book was on it! I may have not hot air ballooned in Turkey or zip lined through the jungle…but just shy of my 41st birthday, my little cocooned dream finally got its wings!
It’s so good, you guys. I know that sounds braggy, but it is! It’s chock full of my illustrations and every bit of my heart I could muster. Years of doubt and sorrow and joy and light procured from passages of tattered journals. Every last drop of the me I’ve been the last fifteen years. The child inside me, that is. I even dedicated it to “Little Me.”
It’s everything I ever wanted to read. Everything my little heart wanted as a girl, and everything I still long for. Sparkling magic…the kind that leaves tingles in your ribs. An ode to the miraculous bits of nature. Darling, true, forest creature friends. Moths and starlight and derring do. And just the teeniest touch of romance.
It has been my favorite escape and my biggest anxiety so it is with a great sigh of relief and pride, but also a little bit of sadness, to finally let it go.
I did a soft launch on Instagram so some people have already read it and the reviews have been so delicious. These are all from people I don’t know!
“This is THE BEST middle grade fantasy I have EVER read”
“It made me feel so warm and whimsical”
(My daughter has) “declared herself a moth girl!”
Perhaps it’s tacky and silly of me to show you, but there’s still a pinch-me am I allowed to be a real author feeling I’ll never truly shake off.
On the solstice, The Curious Nest in Edmonds had a little launch/signing for me. It was the most beautiful I’ve ever felt and I know it was because my truest self was radiating out of me. To be able to share it all, to lay it bare before you, is such a gift.
Thank you to every one of you who has subscribed, commented, encouraged, and delighted with me. All the cocoon and moth talk, the celebrating over drafts, the bleak days where I thought I’d give up and just eat chocolate on the couch for an eternity in lieu of being productive… it’s been a strange and delightful journey.
Buy my book! I promise you’ll love it. And if not, “it’s better than a poke in the eye!”
You can find it Here!