Writer —> Author = Humbled

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Life has been surreal beyond belief the past few weeks.  I am in a transition period of being a writer to becoming an author.

I never in a million years thought this was possible and I am thankful and grateful.  And HUMBLED tenfold.

My first book debuted last night on Amazon in paperback and for the Kindle.  I am a published true crime author.

What?

Having just worked on the starts of my Amazon author page and creating an email to my dear family and friends, it is like an outer body experience, weird yet exciting.  It has been quite a journey since signing the book contract on April 25, 2015.

A journey of lows (computer crashing losing much twice, inability to locate information) to highs (kept writing, sobs when hit the send button to publisher, seeing the cover created) and all in between.  It was one of the hardest processes for me.

I am very certain I did not do this process correctly, but just like me,  politically incorrect, doing things jumbled (which I define as “my way”), doing things without researching how.  I may change the way I write a book next time but I would not change a thing if I could go back.  It was an experience that when I think about the past six months, I shake my head.  But I am smiling as I shake my head.

Sitting here, on the verge of a little emotional, it is crazy to see how one evolves over their lifetime.  I guess some people actually take their passions from childhood and carry them through life.  I really never expected this to be me.

The little girl writer in me I guess is still there.53184485

I have been a writer my whole life.  My first big memory of writing was as a kid typing the words of a book I was reading.  I typed several paragraph onto a now decorated white slab of paper titled, “Chapter 1” and told my mom, “Look I am writing a book!”

Well, of course, she realized I typed it right from the book that was perched next to the typewriter.  I still remember it, a purple cover about a young girl facing adversity.

Interesting and ironic enough now looking back…

Anyways, my mother calmly looked at me, calling me on my lie, and said, “You did not write this.  That is someone else’s work. She worked hard writing that book and that is not for you to take away from.”  She returned to her work and I returned to reading.  My mom had a way of teaching me with life lessons, more than one at a time.  I learned about lying and about work ethic in that moment.

I remember writing plays in the 4th grade.  I remember a play my mom helped me write in 5th grade.  We were studying rocks and my mom helped me with ideas; she was more excited than I was.  I remember we were cooking a holiday meal in the kitchen and I was standing on a chair to help her prep food on the kitchen counter.  We created  Limey the Limestone rock and Sadie the Sedimentary rock.  I will tell you I remember my rocks today because of the passion my mom had in writing this play.

I remember a holiday gift of my own typewriter so I did not have use my parents’ one anymore.  I remember in the 8th grade writing a story that I wanted to turn into a novel.  I have pages of stuff I’ve written from childhood to college and beyond in a huge notebook today.

There is something about writing that gives me a sense of peace.  It is where I belong. Maybe it ties me to my mom since she was involved in my early love of writing. There are only a few things that really give me this feeling and it’s almost like a high.

I get a high from writing.

I hope someone takes something away from my many capacities of writing whether it be something they can apply to their life, a life lesson, just being an escape or in learning facts.

Writing is one of the hardest things but most satisfying things I have ever done.  For some people, it comes easy.  I will say it comes natural for me, but it is never easy.  I have probably wasted out on such potential and some brilliant work because I have sat back awaiting the feel of the zone before writing.

I have learned you cannot wait.  You sit down and write and it will come.  It is like the Field of Dreams statement, “If you build it, he will come” which I change to “If you build it, they will come.”  They meaning the words that hit the page.

I want to thank my dear inner circle who stood by my side during the creation of my book.  The undying support and the words that kept me calm in the freak out texting moments when I lost thousands of words from the laptop crashing, from the tablet overheating and blacking out thinking I lost the whole document, and for the “way to go” as my word count goal began dwindling each time I sat down and scribed.

If anything, use me as an example.  Follow your dreams.  If you’ve been scared, fight your fears.  I was as scared as I could be.  Just go out there and do what you want.  You can do it.  Make the end of 2015 the time you promise yourself to step outside your comfort zone and kick ass while doing something you have always wanted to do.  If I can do it, so can you.  You got this.  I got your back.

Thank you for believing I could do this as I followed my dreams.  {humbled!}

Now, go follow yours.

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2 thoughts on “Writer —> Author = Humbled

  1. Never had any doubts you could do this. Looking forward to reading it, and the next one! When is the next one? I figure a month or so?

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