Now that I’m on the other side, it’s easy to lose perspective. I’ve been trying my best to keep a healthy perspective on things. I’ve also been trying my best to work towards my next book. But I’ve been dragging my feet a little. Winter 2 is so close to being done, still I drag and I procrastinate.
Because I’m a little bit scared of what might happen when I finish. You see, I just received my twenty-second 5-star review on Amazon…and that’s just from the people who’ve bothered to post a review. I’ve gotten many private messages and emails and conversations with people I know that follow the same lines of everyone of those reviews. This newest review called Winter, “A compelling argument for debut of the year.” Robert Liparulo said, “Few things are as thrilling as finding a new writer whose talent for storytelling is obvious from page one.” And more than one person has gushed about the movie potential.
I’m a little bit scared…because I don’t know if I can do it again. I don’t know if lightning can strike twice in the same place. What if this was just a fluke? What if I owe my success to the brilliance of my editors? Was there ever in a million years I could have reached that place on my own? What if this second book can in no way live up to the bar that’s been set?
I just don’t know if I can deliver again. And so, I’m dragging my feet. That may be a silly thing to think, but it’s where I’m at right now.
I am extremely humbled by all the praise…I really am. And I certainly don’t think I deserve it. But thank you. All of you. I do hope that come November 2012 you’re not disappointed in me. I’m just a southern guy, who trained to be a musician not a writer. And somewhere along the way I decided I wanted to tell stories. I’ve never formally studied writing at all, and I’ve never had a critique group or partner. I’m doing my best mostly on my own. (Maybe that’s why I have a tendency to break rules and blaze trails.) But the fact that Winter has been so well received, may have just been some strange accident. God really did bless my beautiful mess.
I just wanted to warn you. Please don’t get your hopes up too much. I can’t guarantee I’ll prove to be the writer you think I am. But thank you anyway for thinking it.