Once upon a time in this little town of Savannah, Georgia, during an epic storm that caused flooding worthy of an ark, I met this awesome, badass chick named Stephie.
As much as I’d love to say I shared an umbrella with her as we splashed through the rain, waxing poetic about all the book boyfriends we love, the truth is I simply annoyed her into submission with my selfie stick. It was the 2015 Sassy in Savannah signing and unlucky for her (and lucky for me) she was sitting right behind me with Leigh Ann Lunsford. At least I’m pretty sure it was Leigh Ann Lunsford, but I digress. On more occasions than I can count, I’d pop my head through the banners and do a surprise photo shoot. But Stephie, being the rockstar that she is, smiled every freakin’ time (as evidenced above).
Upon submitting to my friendship, I quickly devoured all that she had written. And let me tell you … this chick and write like a mofo. And she writes ALL OF THE GOD DAMNED FEELS. Ugh. You want to cry? Read Stephie. You want to get angry? Read Stephie. And now, with her latest release Girl Crush, you want to laugh? Read Stephie.
What’s the moral of the story? Never trust a girl with a selfie stick … because you won’t ever be able to get rid of her. 😉 And also, you need to be reading Stephie Walls.
Read on for Ten Questions with the the woman who succumbed to my stick … my selfie stick, ya perv.