The arrangement changes frequently because my desk is at the same table we use for meals, work, and homeschool. You can see one of our kittens lounging behind my computer on the geography materials. The Oreos are because today is the first day of my birthday. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.
Joshua brought that rose home for me because I’d just finished writing halo (which became Halo Bound, the first book in the Redneck Apocalypse series), and he was proud of me.
In twenty-eight days, I’m going to publish the fourth and final book in the Redneck Apocalypse series, God Killer. Some people will read it. Most won’t. Some people will love it, some will hate it, some will be totally indifferent.
But four years ago, only one person read every word I wrote. He was even proud of me for writing them. He still is today.
Many of the greats throughout history give off this illusion of having gotten where they are on their own. “Writing is a lonely business” and all that. Maybe they did, but I did not. There is one reason I’ve made it this far, one reason I can sit down at my computer and bleed into a word document, then stand back up and grin like a dog with brain damage. His name is Joshua and I love him.