It's amazing what incidents like this will do to teach us that the little stuff we worry about, like that old fear of publishing, doesn't matter. It's the people whom we love. Everything else is just crap we worry about, but most of it's irrelevant. If I never publish anything again, I could care less. It will be very different when, not if, I lose my mom one day. She is my rock and solid support. She has been mother and father to me even when my dad was around. The eventuality that she will not be around makes me cherish the moments we have together, even when we argue. I get my best features from her, including my determination, spelled stubbornness. That's why this latest book is dedicated to two people; a great writing friend and my mom. I think both ladies will be surprised and delighted.
So tonight, I'm putting all my silly fears aside and hitting the button: