It's BOOK day

It's BOOK day. After more than four years of dreaming and pitching and working and getting rejected and researching and giving up evenings and Fridays and sanity ... I have a book in bookstores. You can search on Amazon and my name pops up. I'll be able to walk into a bookstore and find a book that I wrote. I'll be in card catalogs, assuming they still have card catalogs.

In seventh grade, they asked us to draw what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wrote "AUTHOR" in big letters and drew...a giant pencil. (What? This is why I didn't write "ARTIST.") In college, we had to write a paper about a personal dilemma and I wrote about how I couldn't decide between journalism and teaching, but that I thought journalism might be more likely to help me be an author. I remember wishing that there were a class in Authorology that I could take, thinking that I just had no idea how to begin, and that I knew no one who had done it. Wishing that there were an easy path, knowing there wasn't. Wondering how a nobody kid from Minnesota could actually publish a book, which to me seemed as wonderful and as unreachable as winning an Oscar.

It's not going to be a Pulitzer winner or a bestseller.  But it's out there (thanks much to my co-author Brian Bellmont!) It may be a light silly little fluffball of a book, but dammit, it's our light silly little fluffball of a book. If I never do anything else, I did this.