It’s a whole new year, and to get things started off on the right foot, I saw a lovely tweet from someone who enjoyed The Spirit Keeper and is still yearning for the sequel.  Read her review of my book and other interesting tidbits on her website:

*Release Day* The Spirit Keeper by K.B. Laugheed |A Ruminative Tome of Introspective Freedom

To be honest, I didn’t actually read her review, but that’s only because I’ve never read any review of my book. Don’t get me wrong–it’s not that I don’t care what other people think. It’s just that I’m not someone who can afford to let other people inside my head because it’s crowded enough in there as it is. If I start letting strangers in, riots will break out, mayhem and madness will ensue, and before you know it I’ll be curled into the fetal position under my bed, whimpering for more medication.

Nobody wants that.  Y’all just wanna read Part 2, right?

Here’s the thing:  The Spirit Keeper is not the first book I’ve written; it’s just the first one that was any good. How do I account for its success where so many others failed? Because when I sat down to write it, I told myself I would not care what anyone else thought of it. I said, “I’m gonna write a book just for me and no one else will ever even read it!”

Well, obviously I was lying, but what I do in the privacy of my own head is my business, isn’t it, and I’m only telling you this now so you’ll see how fine the line is between creativity and pure lunacy. Maybe then you’ll understand why I need to be so careful about whose thoughts I let in. If the only way I could write a good book was to promise myself I wouldn’t care what anyone else thought of it, then how can I possibly allow myself to care what anyone else thinks of it now?  I’ll never believe another lie I tell!

Which is not to say I’m not enormously grateful for any kind reviews I’ve received.  I am.  All I’m saying is that it’s a mess inside my head, and believe me when I tell you I’m doing you a favor by not letting you in.  So thanks for your generous support, Jorielovesastory, and let’s hope I manage to get the rest of Katie’s story published before certain voices in my head find out what I’ve been up to.  It’s so dark under my bed . . .