I’m proud to let you know that this book publishing thing is really, truly happening. Come May I’ll be an official published author. By now you would think I’d be used to the idea that I’m going to be a published author, but I’m actually not.
I suspect once I hold the official book in my hand for the very first time, even then it will feel surreal.
But it’s really, truly happening right before my eyes.
And I’ve been more than just an active participant, I’ve been leading the troops.
The last couple months and weeks have been a whirlwind of very fun writerly & authorly adventures. Visualizing the layout and design. Securing endorsements. Writing the book dedication to my sweet boy. Finding the perfect custom art to complement the book text. Figuring out how to best digitally scan said art into said book. Interviewing printers. Breathing. Making decisions. Second guessing decisions. Finalizing every last detail of the book down to the perfect font, the perfect size, the perfect everything. And now I go to sleep each night dreaming sweet dreams of the pages of my book dancing along finger tips and the words rooting themselves in the hearts of those who need it most.
I absolutely can not wait. Last week I saw a sneak peek of the interior design and I cried a huge, sloppy tears at the sight of it. There were no words to describe that feeling of hard work finally coming to fruition, the sweet gift of finally, tangibly seeing what has before this moment only been a vision in my head.
And though I have been hard at work, the truth is that none of it feels like work. Not even a little. I’ve truly loved and been blessed by every second of it.
I guess that means I’ve found my life’s calling, yes? So I better get used to the words writer… author… published… my book.
I guess this is what it’s like when hard work, unyielding passion and dreams collide.
Call it what you will. Kismet. Serendipity. Fate.
Or maybe, simply, a whole lot of a little word called luck.