Announcing my book
publication was one of the most memorable days of my life.
The whole family was together for Christmas, including my mom, dad, two sisters, two brother-in-laws, and their kids. My mom was on the floor, and
I sat down in the couch near her.
“I have present for you,” I said. “Well, not a present, but a surprise.”
“What is it,
honey?” She was surprised because I usually never acted like that. 'Surprises' weren't in my vocabulary.
“As of a few days
ago, I became a self-published author. I wrote a book, and I dedicated it to your
sister, Jacque.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “Oh, honey! When
did you write it?!”
“Over the past
year,” I said, trying to keep back the tears (it had been a stressful few weeks).
Then the rest of
the family overheard.
“What?”
“What
happened?”
“She wrote a
book!” my sister announced.
“What? She wrote a
book?”
I started to cry, and my mom came over to hug me.
“I hope you’re
proud,” I said, laughing. “Writing those 80 thousand words was the hardest thing I've ever done.”
“Oh, ouch!”
My family quieted down
slightly, so I said, “And overnight it rose to the top 10 bestselling free ebooks in its genre.
It has been out for 4 days, so there has only been several thousand downloads.”
“Only several thousand?!?”
It was all a blur
after that as I tried to explain how, when, and why I had started writing.
Most importantly, I admitted that the novel was far from perfect, but it would hopefully be the first of many. :)
Most importantly, I admitted that the novel was far from perfect, but it would hopefully be the first of many. :)
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