It’s slowly dawned on me that this will be my first and only debut as an author. After this book I’ll no longer be a rookie. I will hopefully be building a career, but whatever happens this one is the first, and I want to do something to acknowledge that. My problem is I really don’t know what to do. I’ve never been one to make a big deal out of birthdays and anniversaries, so I’m a bit lost as to how to approach this. Part of it I think is that I still have trouble drawing attention to myself. Ok, when you’ve stopped laughing I’ll explain. I revel in the role of editor, beaming proudly from the sidelines as one of my authors gets the spotlight. Now that it’s my turn, I’m suddenly reticent. Not shy exactly, just a bit perplexed I suppose. I’ve never been on this side of the equation. I am, I finally realized, out of my comfort zone. And now that I’m out, I don’t want to go back.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »