“I’m going to write a book.” Those were the words that came from my mouth almost one year ago to date. Thankfully, I had overwhelming support from my friends and family. Everyone had complete faith in my abilities. So one day, after meeting the lovely Colleen Hoover, I came home and opened a Word document. A story had begun to form in my little brain—one that I had no other choice but to write down. It played out like a movie and I just recorded every conversation and detail. Two weeks later, Moth to a Flame was born. My sweet little book baby was my pride and joy. I showed it off to anyone that would listen. When my supporters read it, they encouraged me to proceed with publishing it. Unfortunately, I was just a little Nemo in a big freaking sea. A few sharks took their bites along the way and I certainly lost my way a few times. But thankfully, with the help of caring individuals, I made it to a place where I could finally publish my first book. The first book I ended up publishing was actually my second book, Broken. Last month, I published my seventh book but it was actually the eighth book I ever wrote. Life got hectic and suddenly I was overwhelmed. Publishing seven books in seven months took an incredible toll on me. I found myself struggling to keep my head above water and my focus had gotten skewed. In an effort to give myself a little break, I submitted my twice bitten book, Moth to a Flame, to my fabulous editor. She was gentle with my baby and breathed life back into it. Suddenly, I was able to feel excited about something that had become a thorn in my side. But even though I was excited, I quickly began putting myself down. I struggled with hoping it was good enough. With the support of my husband and friends, I persevered and got it completely polished. It wasn’t until I got it back from my formatter that I nearly cried. My threatening tears weren’t from anything other than joy. I looked at my beautiful firstborn and even though it was always beautiful in my eyes, it had become something I knew the rest of the world could love as well. Now, on the eve of its release, I can’t help but exhale a sigh of relief. Something that took a lot out of me over the course of nearly a year had finally sprouted wings and is about to fly. So very soon, I’ll be that proud little mom to my baby book. I’ll be cheering from the bleachers. And even if I’m the only one cheering, it won’t matter because I’m proud of my baby. Moth to a Flame is finally taking flight and I’ve already got another little baby bun in the oven. His name is Donnie and he’s very naughty. For now, I’ll dive back in and just keep swimming.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 02:15:16 +0000
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