Published!
For decades, it has been my dream to write and publish a book. And finally, after starting and stopping so many manuscripts, I am here. A published author. It feels glorious and horrible and surreal all at the same time. I'm terrifed, to be honest. What if no one buys it? What if people do buy it and they hate it? Will they laugh at my stupid attempt to add to the literary world? Well, that might be better than no one buying it. While I'm pondering all the feels I'm going through, I still have the process fresh in my mind. Writing a book is hard. Everyone knows that. I knew that going into it and still I felt led to do it anyway. And here's the funny thing. Writing is the easiest part about it. It's the not-so-fun stuff that will make you lose your mind. Microsoft Word and I are not on speaking terms right now. It gave me so much trouble on what should have been simple tasks, like, for instance, going back and adding a table of contents...why did that screw up eve...
