An exploratory dig in my office unearthed this card that I received over a decade ago, before my first novel came out. I’m still dreaming. Still climbing! It’s funny. In the beginning, when I had exactly 0 novels written and publishing credits were limited to minor magazine articles, I dreamed of seeing a novel I had written on a shelf in a bookstore. It seemed like an impossible dream at the time. When it happened, it truly was a dream come true and I thought nothing could be better. Until it was time to write the second book. Anyone could get one book published – right? I mean one book could be a fluke. An accident. If only I could get a second book published. That would mean I was worthy of the title “author.”
You guessed it. My second historical novel finally made it to the bookstore shelves. Sigh… Now I’m nearing the end of #3 manuscript and I really, really, REALLY want the publishing gods to smile on me and think my words worthy. There is no question that getting another book published helps increase ones confidence. I truly believe my story is worthy, or at least will be if I work hard enough at the revisions, the tweakings, the polishing. But more importantly, I know that if this one doesn’t work, maybe the next one will. I’m in this for the long haul. I know there are no guarantees. You work hard, you do your best and you keep climbing. There are always more dreams to achieve, more rungs of the ladder to climb.