 I penned the first words of Becoming You nearly thirteen years ago. It’s latest, and final, incarnation puts to bed a story that has been with me for over a quarter of my life. Now, let’s be straight with each other (no pun intended), it is a revised version of Become You, a longer and less succinct novel I self-published many years ago. I’ve not changed my name or the title dramatically to trick anyone into buying it, however it has been greatly refined and improved. Although I’m sure it will happen, there is no need to yell, in capital letters, on certain book selling and review sites that you have cracked some sort of conspiracy and that Becoming You has been around for years. There is no conspiracy. A quick Google search will reveal Become You in all its glory. I’m proud of both versions of my story. In fact, I’m proud of self-publishing. All those years ago, it was a big thing. I wrote the book, I created the cover art (to this day, my two cover models, Alanna and Robyn, still believe it’s the best cover in history) and I sent it out into the world. I’m proud that the hobby of writing has developed into something more. I’m proud that Bold Strokes Books is my publisher. What’s not to be proud of there? Bold Strokes Books is the world’s largest LGBTQ publisher. I now have a fabulous editor, Cindy, who I’m eternally grateful to for teaching me how to become a better writer. Becoming You is a journey. It’s the journey of a girl (no, not me, I was never that together) who stumbles her way into self-acceptance. Like the formula of most romance novels, we can always guess where the story ends, but in this case, you‘ll get to know Airlie Porter intimately. It’s her journey and it’s raw. Stripped to the bone kind of raw. But that’s life, isn’t it? We all live, love, and hurt. We all have a story, we all have a truth, and we all arrived where we currently are by living our stories. Some sail through life, others endure. Airlie Porter stands before you, naked and vulnerable. Love her or hate her, there’s something about her we can all identify with. For many years, she was mine. Now she’s yours. Be gentle with her. 
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