Thanks to CrimeReads for featuring an essay on my journey to writing Skin Deep.
One of my greatest thrills as a college student was when I was let into the intermediate-level creative writing workshop. You couldn’t just sign up and walk in—you had to submit a short story good enough for the professor to deem you worthy. That first day, I sat around the rectangular table with my future colleagues and was handed a set of rules for the class. It’s been almost thirty years since I laid eyes on this single xeroxed sheet, but I can still remember one of them: You will not write stories about serial murderers, or even regular murderers.
There’s a file on my computer with the title MYSTIDEA.TXT. It’s dated 4/27/1993. If someone were to ask me the exact date when I started this book, that’s the date.
There’s another file on my computer titled CH1 — no extension. Not sure how that happened, but the file loads just fine. At the top of that file is another date: 7/16/93. If someone were to ask me the exact date when I wrote the first words of Skin Deep, that’s the date.
Granted, the end product bears little resemblance to my initial notions, but that’s how long it took.
Happy birthday, Skin Deep. That was a very long labor.
To celebrate your entry into the literary world, here’s one of your godparents:
Look for more godparents to drop by as the week progresses, until we celebrate you properly with your book launch.