As 2010 winds to a close, so, too, does my first “year” as a published author. Granted, Noise didn’t hit the shelves until September, meaning it hasn’t really been a “year,” but it’s still my first season among the “best of”s/”worst of”s that punctuate the end of a publishing year. I’ve been fortunate to be mentioned once or twice, most recently by Bookreporter.com, who named Noise as one of their Favorite Books of 2010.
2010 marks, for me, not only the close of my first publishing year but also the close of personally challenging one. It’s been a long slog, and I’ve been stepping out of the various mucks all at once, making for a very good year-end. On the publishing front, I’m grateful for all of those who’ve read, reviewed, commented upon, or otherwise interacted with the novel or its promotional website (Salvage Country)—even those who didn’t care for the material or assumed that I was personally advocating the disturbing themes that appear therein (here’s a freebie: I’m not). A person’s time is a person’s time, and I’m flattered anytime anyone spends some of it with me.
On the personal front, I’m glad that my wife and I are back in Texas, among family and old friends after a several-year adventure elsewhere. I regret that we had to leave new friends behind, but I’m glad to have carried the memories of them back here, where I belong.
I hope your year wraps up nicely, too.