“I’m a real boy!”

Okay, I’m not really a boy. And I’m not newly a ‘real’ writer. (In my opinion, a ‘real writer’ is any writer who is actively, well, writing.) I’m not even new to being a published writer, in the sense that my poems have appeared in a number of publications (that even writers haven’t heard of—and a couple of anthologies that a few writers may have heard of).

But I am newly a published book-writer, and that’s feeling like a new and exciting kind of ‘real.’

I’m working up to the (hoped-for) project of getting my BIG book published—my outsized work of whaling fiction—but in the meantime, there’s this side-project of explaining the Bible, book by book… And even though it’s just my little ‘side hustle,’ I won’t lie: I’m getting a thrill out of my name on the cover of a book in my hand!

“I’m a real boy author!“