Update, and just some current thoughts I want to share.

No, I haven't signed yet. Still waiting on an attorney. I really should sign by the end of next week. I am looking forward to getting the ball rolling on my book!

I wanted to share something. This picture is of a story I wrote in 1992. I was nine. For whatever reason, I still have it. It's just three pieces of paper stapled together.

I actually tell a variation of this story to my kids now. They love it!

Looking at this story, thinking of the series of events that have happened recently, I almost wish I would have been a little more confident about my writing before. I've been so secretive about it. Family and friends have been wondering why they had no clue I was even writing a book. I doubted myself even though the truth is I really enjoy writing. A little part of me has known I will never stop writing.... and of course a big part of me hoped I would do what I've done, finish a book.

So. I hope I haven't offended those closest to me that haven't known I was working on a book. It was something that was easier to keep to myself than to let on. As excited as I am about getting published, there is still a part of me that is terrified. Now I'll be opening myself up to a LOT of criticism! I realize this is an inevitable, necessary part of the process. And I'm ready for it. I think.

I'm motivated to do more now. I've started my second book, it's not anything like my first, but I'm really excited about it. My goal is to finish this one in less than a year. Then I want to have it published as well. I want to write and publish books until I'm too old to do so.

Now it's out there. I want to do this.

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