Okay, so I'm prehistoric and old school when it comes to this blogging thing-a-ma-jig. It's super new and feels really weird. Yeah, I'm used to hearing myself talk--it's what I do for a living. I'm an elementary teacher, and therefore, I'm the center of attention at some point each school day for one hundred eighty days of the year. And I can handle that because I'm up in front of people (kids) who think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread--I'm automatically cool, and I'm never ever picked last. When I'm in front of my peers, it's a different story, which consists of shaky hands, fumbling over my words, an increased heart rate, and, of course, sweating. I get nervous! Sometimes I wake up and wonder, What in the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICK am I doing? I'm letting people (ADULTS and some even KNOW me) inside my head--putting my heart out there to possibly be crushed.

I guess I'm just crazy like that. Naw, I know why I've done all of this, and it's the way I feel about 87.33333% of the time. I've done this because I wrote a beautiful story. I believe in it. Yeah, in generic and popular terms, Bound is a YA fantasy romance, but it's so much more to me because, what it all boils down to, no matter the genre, is its story. It's a story that speaks to the heart--a story about two people who fall in love against all odds--a story about bravery and sacrifice. Above all, it's a story that, at some level, is what many people can relate to, whose characters we fall in love with and root for. It's epic and timeless because it is borne from the heart--my heart. And I want to share it with the world.