|This is a photo of the public library where I live.|
I dream to someday see my book on a shelf there.
I dream I am invited to be guest spearker on a Sunday afternoon in January and asked to do a book signing. Yes. I dare to dream BIG.
"Get out of my way!"--something I tell myself every day.
Today is Friday, July 19, 2013.
It is nine years since I made a promise to write a book.
It is three years I started the book. Two years the book is written.
One year to get the nerve to put my work out there. *I just can't ignore the niggling voice in my head saying remember your promise one more day.*
Today, I work at publication. Today I set the deadline--8/23/13.
Yes, I finally got the nerve.
Find a tribe--a group of writers interested sincerely in supporting you and validating your craft.
"Let the chips fall where they may."--Line from my prologue in "A Gift of Love, A Widow's Memoir."