It could be the weather. I have no doubt it’s playing a large part in my sense of the delicious at the moment, but it could also be the fact that Harcourt’s Mountain is selling and I have, so far, three wonderful reviews on Amazon.
Here’s the final paragraph of the latest one:
Harcourt’s Mountain by Elaine Dodge is a brilliant love story set in extreme circumstances. Luke Harcourt is one of the most honorable heroes I have ever read. So honorable in fact that I would have liked to have smacked him upside the head a few times for not sharing his feelings with Hope. These star-crossed not quite lovers keep their distance while the reader bites their fingernails in anticipation. Hope evolves like a budding flower and watching her adapt to her new surroundings with such finesse is part of the draw to this adventure. I truly enjoyed Harcourt’s Mountain by the very talented Elaine Dodge, and I give kudos to this South African native for writing about a land so far off and doing it so well. I recommend this tale to all and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
One has to admit to a bit of preening and self-congratulation happening. Still, after all the hard work to write the book and then get it published, I think I deserve it. Either that or a congratulatory chocolate cake. All to myself. Both taste delicious, but one has a rather drastic effect on the hips! Hence the walk around the block—just in case.
I wonder if well-known, multi-book selling authors have as much delight in each review and each book sold? Or do they become blasé about it? I hope I never do, it’s like a shot of pure delight and joy. You know those scenes in movies where they have to inject adrenaline straight into the heart? That’s what it feels like.
Which is good because I now need to hunt down “real” work. The happy-go-lucky recovery period of retrenchment has come to a close and the rent needs urgent attention. But if I feel down, I rush to Amazon, Goodreads, Tirgearr Publishing or Book Obsessed Chicks and re-read my reviews, bounce around for a bit, like a demented bunny and then head out once more, dear friends, into the fray.