I love books. I’ve always loved books. When I was five years old I got my first library card and it was literally one of the best things that ever happened to me. I devoured every book I could find, and by the time I was ten years old I had a permission slip on file at the library to let me borrow books out of the “adult” section. I would spend hours thumbing through the card catalog — which for you youngsters was drawers and drawers of actual note cards with neatly typed book titles on them.
In books I’d find escape. I’d learn about places I’d never been. I’d lose myself in the land of fiction stories. I’d contemplate the symbolism of poetry. I’d fall in love with the dashing hero. I’d research random questions and things I wanted to know more about but couldn’t ask anyone (like what to do when I got my first period). I’d pick random pages in the dictionary and the encyclopedia and read every entry on the page to learn. While I don’t have as much time to read now as I did in my youth, as an adult I still am a voracious reader. At any given time I’m reading multiple books, generally a mixture of fiction and nonfiction.
I got my love of reading from my grandpa. He was also a big reader. He’d come home from a long day driving a truck and sit at the kitchen table in West Pullman reading a book, drinking a beer, and eating slices of salami. If he got home early enough I’d sit at the table and read alongside him, and he’d sneak me Nutter Butter peanut butter cookies after Grandma went to bed. Despite an 8th grade education, my grandpa knew a lot about pretty much everything, and he credited that to reading. He read every single day without fail, and he read anything and everything. He was the smartest man I’ve ever known.
I always dreamed that I would write a book some day. When I decided to start writing again, I knew I’d write books in addition to my blogging and freelance work.
I’ve been working on four different books that have been rattling around in my brain for a long time. Each of my books in progress is completely different — one is romantic fiction, one is nonfiction, one is a memoir, one is fantasy. The cool thing about embracing my creative side is that I’m just bubbling with tons of ideas now, and I can hardly wait to get them all on paper. Or on the computer anyway.
And so…..drum roll please….I’m very pleased to announce my first book is finished and ready for your reading pleasure. The first scene for Until You Came Along came to me in a dream. Seriously. I woke up and thought, “I need to write this down”. And I did.
Some people have asked why I’d write a romantic fiction novella. The genre doesn’t get a lot of respect. But I’ll admit, I like to read a little romance book once in a while, and I’m not alone. Romantic fiction is by far the best-selling genre on Amazon and other book sellers. In Until You Came Along I tried to write the kind of book I like to read when I’m ready to relax and enjoy some brain candy. If my book fills someone’s desire for a little lighthearted love story, I’ll be really happy about that.
And if romantic fiction isn’t your jam, don’t worry, I think you’ll like some of my other upcoming work. You’ll see a lot more from me over the next few months.
In the meantime, if you’re interested, use the link below to buy your copy of Until You Came Along today. To sweeten the deal, downloads are FREE for three days from August 17-August 19th. You can also use your Kindle Unlimited plan to order the book, or buy paperback copies. If you do read the book, please consider leaving me a review on Amazon.
Thanks to my family and all my blog readers for your support of my writing. More to come friends, more to come. And thanks to my grandpa, Stanley Bak, for teaching me to love reading — and Nutter Butter peanut butter cookies.
Here’s the link to download the book, check it out today: