This morning when I woke up, my publisher was messaging to congratulate me on the release of my debut novel and my five-year-old son was throwing up in the hallway. Way to keep it real, Sweetie-Boy.
My good mood is holding up well anyway. If you’d rather not come get a signed copy of Love Letters of the Angels of Death at my house, the book is available from the publisher, in online stores, and is making its way into fine bookstores (coming soon to my local, Sunworks in Red Deer, Alberta).
I ordered my own copy..but I need it signed! So excited for you!!!
Congratulations….first of many I’m sure.
Young kids sure have a way of bringing us down to earth.
Congrats on your book!