I can sense her smiling through the phone as she says, “I’m just peachy. I have been trying to reach out to you for the last few days. Have you been checking your writing email?”
My mind races. I haven’t checked my writing email account in months. “No, I’ve been a bit preoccupied,” I admit. “What’s the matter?”
“Well, you should check it out ASAP. The short story you posted on your blog titled ‘When She Said I Wasn’t Enough’ has blown up. There are so many comments! And what’s exciting? There’s been a surge in your book sales, and readers are clamouring for the last book in the series that you announced all those years ago, but haven’t released.”
I’m caught between surprise and guilt. Backtracking my writing career was a deliberate decision, one that I’d hoped would shield me from the p
