My first book, Murdering Eve, got a revamp & a facelift this year. Newly edited with a shiny new cover, my new publisher asked me for a slew of information, including "interesting" anecdotes about either my writing process, or the book, to prepare for release promotional materials.
Immediately, I was stumped. What's an interesting anecdote? There are tons of un-interesting things I could say, like the fact that I write cross-legged, or guzzle diet cokes all day, or that I don't usually shower until I know husby is about to arrive home from work - and even then, it's hit or miss. None of that stuff, while true, is particularly interesting.
Then I got a random, out-of-the-blue email from an old boyfriend. And stared at his name in horror. The book I was about to release featured his first name as the name of my hero. Thrown into a frenzy of "holy crap", my brain buzzed with whether or not I'd done it "accidently on purpose". Questions I didn't want the answer to ricocheted inside my skull, bouncing off one another.
- What if ex-boyfriend finds out I'm an author, reads the book, and assumes I'm still hung up on him?
- What would husby feel if he knew the hero in my first book shares the same name as the guy I dated before him?
- Most importantly, why on earth did my brain pull such a nasty trick on me?