March 14th, 2004
Have you ever noticed how your favorite authors can’t seem to write fast enough? It doesn’t matter if the author is prolific or writes one book every other year. You want the book yesterday.
You’d think I’d be understanding and sympathetic, but just because I write for a living doesn’t mean as a reader I’m any different. I still wait with bated breath for several authors’ next releases. It’s one of the few times I’m grateful for being a slow reader. It also helps that the authors I’m fond of whip out several books a year. Come to think of it, shouldn’t Dara Joy have a new novel out by now? 
