Well, my first novel, “The Priest and The Peaches”, is out there for all the world to see and, hopefully, also read. So, let me discuss a topic I rarely broach—my emotions. You have to understand that I am not a kid anymore. I am officially (according to the government) a senior citizen who has been begrudgingly accepting “senior discounts” at restaurants and department stores for some time. Alas, I have thrown in the towel and now look for these discounts and even ask for them. I am what I am—a mid 60’s grandpa with eight grandchildren sporting a bald spot. My problem is that inside me is still a mischievous boy trying to free himself from his captor, ME. And yes, sometimes he actually escapes. (Now that Christmas is over I have finally been able to make him take off those weird elf ears he’s been wearing for the last week).
Having said all of that I now admit that I experienced an enhanced range of rolling emotions when “The Priest and The Peaches” launched. “Slippery Willie’s Stupid, Ugly Shoes”, my first published book and a children’s book, was introduced in January of 2011. That provided an emotional ride but this time, well, this is a novel and I am being tossed about by unpredictable waves of feelings. There is a personal pride in the work accompanied by a sense of accomplishment. There are feelings of excitement knowing you can say you are an author. There is definitely a deep sense of gratitude and appreciation for those who encouraged and supported me (especially my wife, Marty, and Nicole Langan at Tribute Books). Finally, and this is the under-tow or mini tsunami coming the other way, there is a nagging feeling of insecurity that keeps whispering in my ear, “You wrote a book?—you gotta be kidding”. Once I get that “whisperer” to shut up I’ll be “good to go”.