I am going to be published. I am going to be
published.

What was once a mantra, an affirmation of sorts, whispered when
the going got tough and recited as a self-fulfilling prophecy, is now a
reality. My book, my baby, has been picked up by an indie press and will be
released by December of 2020!!! Hang on….

Okay, I’m back. I just screamed into a pillow. Glad to have
gotten that out of the way. Needless to say, I’m thrilled beyond belief. I doubt
that there exists a greater joy for an author than for one’s work to be acknowledged
and published (except perhaps becoming a bestseller!) and I am so grateful for
the opportunity. But now the real work begins. Editing, building a platform,
marketing and hoping against hope that people will actually buy and enjoy my novel.

I am overwhelmed, ecstatic and scared all at once. The window
of possibilities is wide open. There are a million more steps to take along the
way, but I feel like I’m on the right track. This is good. This is really good.

And so, the next step in this crazy adventure begins, and I’m more than happy to take the leap.