It was around this time last year that my agent, the wonderful Suzie Townsend, sold my first book to Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
Back then it was still called Sea Rose Red, and the ending was an entirely different beast. After some intense revisions with my editor, it’s a far better and stronger book, with a new title: When the Sea is Rising Red.
It’s so weird to think back a year ago and how little I knew about publishing then (I know marginally more now) and what it would be like working with an editor (surprising, frustrating, exciting, and ultimately amazing). It’s even weirder to think that by this time next year my book will be a real thing, with a cover, and pages, and inked-in words.