Exactly two years ago today, I sat down at my computer. I didn't know what I was doing. I just wrote the words 'chapter 1' and started. The words flew from my fingers and didn't stop. They still haven't stopped.
Within a few months of that day, I had a book.
Some time after that, I had a trilogy.
Maybe six months after I finished my first book, I started sending it to publishers. The rejections were stinging and frequent, but over time, I learned to deal with them, because I had a much bigger goal in mind.
2 years and about 80 rejections later, I am here. The third book I wrote was published just last month.
I don't know exactly what made me sit down on that fateful day and start writing, but I do know that I have never looked back. If I try to think of a life without writing... well, it's about as easy as imagining a life without breathing.
Today, I celebrate that first decision, as well as every one that has come after it. I have regrets in life, as everyone does, but this is not one of them. In writing, I have found my world, the place where I truly belong.
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