Still Typing Along
Sometimes I wonder if it's okay to not have a potential best-seller, to know that I wrote a book some people will like, but not everyone. That's where I'm at right now, and it's kind of liberating. I got up the nerve (again) to open up the old document and take a look, do some editing, and . . . I loved it. My love still hasn't died. Rejections made me think it wasn't good enough, and it probably isn't good enough, but I still love my book. I loved it when it was really, truly, bad, and I love it now after all its edits.
A friend called yesterday and said he still wants to do a boutique publishing thing and was I still interested. Yes I am. My intent was never to be famous or make a ton of cash, my aim was to have other people—people like me—read it and find joy. Maybe only three folks will read it (hoping for more, haha).
So, that's where I am at this point. And I really feel this is what was meant to be.
I can't wait to see the new Harry Potter film. And I can't wait for Thanksgiving turkey next week! I, being the sugar queen, get to make all the pies and sweets. Take care.