A Beautiful Voice is released.
It is always strange to work so obsessively on a book, to surrender to the claws it has on your life, and then release it like a balloon, claimed by a gusty wind, and watch it float away. The characters forever frozen in their lines. Their moods, triumphs, disappointments and vulnerabilities out there—exposed—for everyone to see. To like. To bond with. To criticize.
I hope you enjoy A Beautiful Voice. I hope you find it entertaining. Sad. Exulting. I hope you see things I didn’t see and feel things I didn’t feel. For meaning lies more so with the reader than it does with the author. It’s a story that percolated in me for a long time.
And now, it floats away.
