LOOK! It's my book. It's all grown up and out in the world! It's the teenager that keeps pushing me away and is embarrassed when I smooth its hair. And people can buy it, and I'm a published author, and over on my widget there are no numbers, it just says "Available Now" because it is available, because I write books, and people can read them...and...and...and I'm totally sitting here crying as I write this because there were so many minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years that I NEVER thought I'd get here. And here I am and...
And I'm an author and I don't even care that the above paragraph contained the longest, most ridiculous run-on sentence in all creation. It was a very happy-making sentence. That's all that matters to me right now.
So please celebrate with me because dreams do not come true every day. And they shouldn't. Dreams shouldn't be easy or they aren't worth it. They should be hard, excruciating, exhausting and make you want to give up every other step. A dream shouldn't be the hill at the end of the street, it should be the massive, daunting, dangerous mountain that everyone else looks at, laughs, shakes their head and walks away.
But I started the trek up my mountain. On the way, I fell down. I bled. I held on when I felt like I might plummet back down to where I started, I kept moving forward and never turned back.
Today I reached the top, and that is worth some serious celebrating.
You can order your brand new shiny copy of MY BOOK, Insomnia, at any of the places in the right side bar. :)