I SOLD MY BOOK!

...deep breath.



Sometimes, there are no words.





Sometimes your hands shake so much, you can't dial a number back, so you need your best friend to dial for you.






Sometimes that phone call you imagined so many times ends up being whispered in a quiet classroom during a writer's conference while your best friend April sits silently waiting for a yes or no with tears running down her face.




Sometimes it takes nine books. Sometimes it takes twelve years.




Sometimes it takes hundreds of rejections.




Sometimes you get to video call your husband and see that moment he realizes all those nights you've left the bed to write, all those piles of dirty dishes, all those moments I've been dazed off in a fictional world, led to this.




Sometimes, you get to see your dream come true.




Sometimes you get to hold them in your hands.


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