Who am I? More or less a question I was asked this evening. The person who posed the question didn't want or need the answer because the question was for me to figure out. So here it goes. I am an Author. I spent hours everyday, thinking or writing. Hours that were wrapped around both my day and night job and on weekends. I did this because inside me was a story that wanted out. I wrote my initial story, submitted it to friends who gave me valuable feed back, some loved it, some not so much. It was the friends that loved it that I listened to what they loved, it was the friends who didn't that I listened to what they hated. I had a job to do, I had to take what was hated and hopefully make it into something that they would love. Once I did that, I asked as many people as I could to read through it so that I could go back and work on it some more. George Lucas once said that a movie is an unfinished product that will never be complete, or something along those lines. Every time I read through what I had written something was changed, something was added, something was removed.

So I took that leap, I utilized the self-publishing of Amazon to publish my book and I received a few reviews. The one that still means the most to me is the one where it was stated as an Okay Read. I didn't view this in a bad way, well ok, it pissed me off at first. But I kept thinking on it and dwelling on it, I read that review so many times that I could probably quote it, not really, but after a day or so something about it clicked with me, I realized that I still needed to work harder. I went back line by line and edited my book, things got changed, and in the end, the book was 22 pages longer, but I was happier with what I had done.

Am I a great author, absolutely, well in my head anyway, do I need to grow, with out a doubt. Will everyone love my book, I would be disappointed if the answer was yes, ok, so that was a lie. But the truth is, I didn't write the book for everyone, I wrote the book for me. I am an author.