THE FOURTEENTH GOLDFISH obviously isn't the first book I've written. But it was, hands-down, the most difficult. This book was a beast to write. A snarling animal who would have flunked out of obedience school. It took over four years, and countless drafts (I literally stopped counting). I almost threw in the towel so many times. I had some incredibly dark nights wondering what was wrong with me. I mean -- I completed college in less time than it took to finish this!! And I felt like I was breaking a whole lot of rules by attempting to do this book. After all, I write historical fiction and comics (my two great loves.) What was I thinking doing something involving science fiction?
But I wrote this book because of my late father and I think he would have approved. See, *he* was a bit of a rule-breaker and didn't follow a straight path. He was a Navy pilot and then became a pediatrician. He went from flying off air craft carriers to suturing kids -- talk about switching genres!
|My dad, Navy flyboy.|
|My Dad in his natural habitat, the doctor's office.|
So, thanks for everything Dad and I hope you can at least get the digital edition in heaven. I'm sure there's email up there. And texting. And instagram. ;-)
|Me. Future rule-breaker.|