There’s something so fragile about your first book. Okay, maybe I can’t speak for everyone, but for me? My ego could’ve been shattered by a glance in the first few months after publishing. Shit, I’m still coming down from the high of, “Holy f*cking sh*t-balls, Batman. I published a book.” But n

Ha! This question always throws me—and not for the reason you’d think. Truth is, I haven’t been writing that long. My “origin story” isn’t profound. It’s kind of boring, actually. One day, I’m at co-op (a parent-led homeschool group, if you’re unfamiliar), and we’re deep into an intense game of