If you’re wondering what on earth is happening, well, I shall tell you. I have taken over Kerry’s newsletter this week. Yes, you’re reading this correctly. A canine is writing this letter. Get your gasps and befuddlements out now. I took control of this week, because I thought it might provide me with an ounce of amusement. Plus, I wanted to take you, her readers, behind the curtain today and share some things about Kerry that she has neglected to disclose. Yes, I’m here to spill secrets on my favorite funny, queer romcom author.
The first secret that everyone needs to know is that Kerry was this kid. Kerry wore her father’s snowmobile helmet and itched for the day she could drive the machine. Now I’m a dog, so there is no appeal for me, except for the wind flying directly into her face. As far as I can understand, Kerry had the desire to go fast at a young age, and not just behind the handlebars of a snowmobile. At eight-years-old, her father taught her to downhill ski. It was a dream come true for her. And even though she could not turn properly nor stop, she went ovaries out down a tiny slope in Central Wisconsin, almost diving headfirst into a snowcat, and turned around and asked if they could go again. Have I mentioned that my favorite author is a little unbalanced?
The second secret is that if she lacks in one department, she makes up for it with her drive. Did I mention her father raced snowmobiles? And that her mother is just as competitive, especially at board games or card games or walking ridiculously fast? Logically speaking, the desire to compete and the desire to win is in her genes. Also, I’d advise everyone to never play games of any sort with her family. They are loud. Very loud people. Very loud, tall people. Very loud, tall, big people.
Which brings me to my final reveal about Kerry and Fast Love. Kerry wrote a book about a stock car driver and a queer historical romance writer who fall for one another. Knowing Kerry’s history, it makes sense that one of her characters would be a risk taker and the other a writer. But what you didn’t know is that Kerry was afraid to be a romantic comedy writer. Yes, our fearless young author embraced skiing downhill backwards (self taught), but had trouble admitting she loves to write love stories.
I’ve revealed enough of Kerry’s secrets today, but I’m going to let her twist in the wind. Maybe I can blackmail her for some treats, but in the meantime, I’m going to leave you with this image of her taking third place at a bike rodeo. Yes, bike rodeo.