Sometimes people ask me, “What’s your book about?”
That’s when some evil thing grabs my throat and squeezes. And for the life of me…I. Can. Not. Talk.
Oh, I can ramble on about other people’s books. I just get struck dumb by the enormity of talking about my own.
So. Outtakes can be fun. You want to see what happened to me when Rich of Astral asked me the dreaded question?