I self-published my first book in 2014. I thought it was good. I was wrong.
I didn’t know it then, but I’d broken just about every writing rule there is.
To anyone who purchased Fireworks, my apologies. And thank you. Thank you for taking a chance on a newbie author and for giving me hope that maybe, just maybe, I could do this.
Five years on, and I’ve learned a bit. Not everything, not by a long shot, but enough to take a stab at fixing the mistakes I made the first time around.
So, here it is, the new and improved—I hope—version of that first attempt: Daniel Mine.