Confessions from an Author


Yesterday, Brendan tiptoed into our bedroom(home of my office) with the grin of a Cheshire cat.

“Darling, guess what?”

He held a small package in his hand.

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Me holding my book

“It’s here?”

He nodded and held it out as if on a silver platter for me to open. My book proof had come. I pulled the tab and slid it out. My book. The culmination of a thousand starts and stops, tears, rewrites and re directions sat in my hands, my name on the cover. I like the cover.

I confess, I don’t know how other authors feel when they see their books in print for the first time. I’ve never thought to ask. There is something surreal about it, and I don’t think it’s fully sunk in. Writing is hard work. It takes practice and patience and gumption. It requires determination and fortitude. All of these thoughts have rattled around in my head since yesterday. And the work isn’t done. The final proofing will now begin.

But, the contemplation of process and pain, and questions of “am I good enough?” drift away as on a gentle breeze. None of those seem to matter now.

I mean, I absolutely hope my book will encourage someone, or bless them, make them laugh or sigh with hopeful longing. But the project has added so much to my life as a writer and as a person that I am content, I think. Whether anyone reads it, or likes it is now simply icing on the cake.

I’ve written a book. I’ve held it in my hands. That is no small thing, and I feel…satisfied.

For you authors, how did you feel when you first held (or saw the Kindle) of your first book? For those of you still in process, can you speculate?
 

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