Yesterday I introduced my book to the world. It was a scary day. The part about putting something you've thrown your entire heart and soul into and then waiting to see how everyone would respond - that was the scary part.
I cried a lot yesterday. Not sad, but happy. Happy because people who have loved me my whole life and people who only knew me for a season jumped into my world for a little while yesterday to let me know they cared about this little accomplishment of mine. In reality, everyone I heard from has done far greater things in their lives. I strung some words (albeit a whole lot of words) together to tell a story, but the reality is, each of you who reached out to me yesterday have done some pretty amazing things with your life too. And I think you are awesome. I didn't want to let another moment go by without reminding you of that.
Today, things are more peaceful. Online at least. But I sold 46 copies of The Clay Lion yesterday (THANK YOU!), and today, a bunch of you are maybe, possibly, going to be reading it. And that is terrifying. And so I am not peaceful at all! I keep thinking about you, out there, wherever you are, reading about Brooke and Branson and I am wondering if you've fallen in love with them the way I did. I hope you have.
So here I am. Waiting. Waiting to hear what you think. Waiting for you to tell me that I should write another. Or that I should hang up my computer and consider needlepoint. The waiting is always the hardest part.
Tick tock. Happy reading : )
This is were you get to read about what's going on inside my head. I apologize in advance - the place is a wreck.