I'm Only An Asshole Until You Get to Know Me...

Hello, I'm DC Juris. I'm about to admit something to you that a lot of writers won't.

I have an ego.

There - I said it.

It's not a small one, either. Nu-uh. My ego is *huge*. It's *gigantic.* It's *hugantic*. That's right - it's so big I just made up a whole new word to describe how big it is.

If I read a nomination list for an award, and don't see my name on it, my ego immediately asks "What the fuck? Do they not know who I am?" Yep. That's what happens. Every. Damn. Time.

I don't click on review links with trepidation because I don't expect to see negative reviews. Why would anyone have anything bad to say about my writing? It's awesome. It *has* to be awesome, because *I'm* awesome, therefore anything I *do* is, by default, also awesome.

Believe me, I'm not the only one.

I've been on the receiving end of my fair share of messages and e-mails that started something like "Did you SEE who got nominated for the Fabulous Everything Award this year??? What the hell??" or "Can you believe So-and-So has a new book out? Who keeps reading that crap and thinking it doesn't suck?" as well as "I cannot believe I was left off the nomination list YET AGAIN."

Yep.

You see, the thing about authors - the one major flaw we all share - is that we're human.