This was my tweet from two days ago. I may have been a little bit giddy. But to give a little perspective, it took me THREE YEARS to write this book.
Just to be sure, I dug through my personal blog until I found this excerpt.
Just to be sure, I dug through my personal blog until I found this excerpt.
I started a novel. I know, big whoop--everyone does. But this one's different...(insert long-winded explanation here). I can't explain it. It just feels different. This is the one. The one that's going to get published, or the one I'll die trying on. Either way, it feels good to feel this passionate about something.
This was from an old post called "Self-Imposed Challenges" written on June 6, 2011. Three summers ago. Reading this made me feel a wee bit emotional. I guess I'm just happy that silly ole' past-me dared to follow a dream through a period of three ridiculous years.
Now Chasing Echoes is finally getting published, and the real fun begins. The writing and revisions and tearing up paper and tearing my hair out.
Thanks for stopping in and sharing at least a tiny bit of this process with me. Hope you don't trip over my rubble (I was going to say "hope you don't slip on my blood, sweat, and tears," but that seemed a bit, um, morbid, and a little gross).
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