I’m just two weeks late in giving a wrap-up of my trip to New York City to be on a panel at Book Expo, but I’m operating under the idea that blog posts are not like organ transplants, and so it’s better late than never.
The panel was about how my publisher used Goodreads to market my book, increase sales, and get it on the New York Times bestseller list, which is definitely something writers fantasize about. (Not all of them, but many.) The write up is here, on Goodreads’ blog. It’s heavy on stats, and shows the long view of my publisher’s plans for my book release.
Because Goodreads was bringing me to NYC anyway, I got to do a kind of victory lap: meeting with my publisher in his corner office of the Flatiron Building, lunch with my editor, my publicist, and the Director of Marketing at St. Martin’s Press, stopping off at various bookstores to sign stock, meeting readers at Book Expo, and generally doing things that are incredibly exhausting to introverts like myself. Hence the caveat about things some writers fantasize about. My writerly fantasies usually focus on selling enough books to quit my day job, although I could definitely get used to having a driver to schlep me around.
While I was in NYC, I also got name-checked by The New Yorker in its snippish coverage of the new Amazon bookstore: Amazon’s Brick-and-Mortar Bookstores Are Not Built for People Who Actually Read. (With a headline like that, you can’t kid yourself that they’re impressed, but they did note that I’m one of only six authors in the G’s in Fiction.)
Over all, I had a lovely trip, even if I did come home and need to sleep and be alone for about three days solid.
Bryn Greenwood 
Bryn,
I know you have probably answered this. But I just read your book. And I know for the rest of my life I will never forget this book.
But I have to ask, why did you write this book?
I have answered this so many times in so many places that I almost don’t know where to start. You can probably find the long version in any number of posts on this blog. Short version: it’s my story to tell. It was influenced and informed by my own personal experiences. My father was a drug dealer when I was a child and at 13 I embarked on a mad, passionate love affair with a man more than twice my age. I’ve opted to embrace those experiences instead of letting people shame me about them. When you ask why I wrote this book, you might as well ask me why I exist. I just do.