Yes, here I am world. Wondering if anyone is really reading this. Wondering if I'm talking to air.
I have just published my first book! Now to me it's like this. I have no children, sadly, our lives just didn't go that way. Not that it wouldn't have been wonderful.
So I sat and thought, why was I born, what have I done or could do, to make a wave in this ocean of life? I really have not got enough talent at anything. I've got a little bit of the ability to do a lot of things. But real talent?
What could I do to leave a piece behind? I've always liked to write. Just most of what I've written has been disposed of. I've read thousands of book, from fantasy to romance. Right now I'm into time travel romance, I love it.
So I started to write, mostly late at night. In one of those black and white composition books.
Eventually I got a computer, and after slowing writing and rewriting for four years I got to submit to an editor. I'll tell you how hard that is at another time.
After changing even more things in the book, a lot more things. I got an offer to publish my story.
I still have not celebrated, imagine that. I haven't even done the happy dance.
The only thing I can think is that I'm so shocked anyone liked what I wrote, read it, and wants to publish it. That I cannot believe it.
Maybe someone else did it. Whoever it was please step forward, I need to know. I remember doing it, but I could have dreamt it.
It's a time travel romance, and it's very good, even if I do say so myself. That person inside me, trying to get out, is still there. I hope that all of me learns to believe in me, in this venue. Just think what I could accomplish then.
And someday, years from now, someone will know I lived and I could write. I won't just have been a feather in the wind, but rather a force.
Wouldn't that be great?