Today, I was thinking about how much I’ve always wanted to get a book out. I always thought I would be happy with one. Even when I first started my current book, I still had the mindset of just getting one book out. One book, and it was done. That’s it. No more. I just wanted a book out to make a little bit of money off of (even if it is just a tiny amount!), and to show people what I could do. That, however, has changed.
Ever since I started becoming more serious about writing, I started getting more and more book ideas. Now, I have eight more ideas to get started on after I finish this one. Some of them may flop. I know that. One book I tried writing actually did flop. I never finished it. Some of them, though, I know will be successful. I can just feel it.
Being a writer has definitely changed my life. I love the feeling of just writing and knowing that it’s okay that my first draft won’t be perfect. I know I’ll have to revise. I know all of that. If I’m not writing, I’m not happy.
I am so close to the end of my first draft of my first novel. I couldn’t be more excited, but I also couldn’t be more nervous. I’m so close to having an editor look at it. It’s like I’m about to send my baby off to see the world. It’s hard to let go, but I have to let someone else care for my baby.
Years ago, when I first started talking about wanting to publish a book, I never thought it would be anything like this. This is better than anything I imagined being on the road to being a published author would be like.
Look out, world. A new author is on the way. I hope you’re ready, because I can’t wait for you to see what I’ve got.