And, see, I was going to wait until October, because that was the deadline I had set for myself--be a published author by October 2018.
But, see, this thing happened recently wherein I had to ask myself if waiting was playing small. Not that playing small is bad, just that playing small isn't something I am willing to do anymore.
And I was. Playing small, I mean. Being scared. Letting my fear of failure and my perfectionism force me to second guess myself. And in all my almost 38-years fear of failure never brought me anything but heartache.
As you'll see if you buy my book.
My book. It sort of blows my mind that I can type that really, but it's true. I wrote a book. And you can buy it. Or gift it. Or look at the cover with love and longing. Or pretend you read it and write me a raving review (don't worry, I'll keep that secret between us).
Or do all of the above AND write me a raving review (reviews mean so, SO much to authors--trust me).
Either way, no more waiting. No more playing small.
I wrote a book.
For a signed copy, please visit my shop. A limited amount of signed pre-orders are available.