Hooray! I'm a Writer.

Years after sitting down in  front of my computer in my quiet Shaker Square apartment, to write my first novel, I did it. I became a published writer. It didn't happen quite the way I had expected or dreamed all those years ago, but when I typed my name into Amazon and saw my book cover appear on the screen, that didn't matter one bit. S

omeone, somewhere parted with their hard earned money to read something that I wrote, and I hope they are loving it.
No, my dream agent never showed, and I wasn't offered a million dollar deal, and Morris Chestnut has not signed on to play the leading man in the movie adapted from my novel, but I am an official published author.
Self-Published, Independent, whichever you prefer, I am a published author, which means, that I didn't let the no become the end of my writing dreams. I didn't abandon my story to a drawer, regardless of how many times someone said, "they just didn't love it enough."
Soon reviews will start coming in, I hope. And all of them won't be good, I know, but it won't change the fact that I am now a published writer. Years of writing, and re-writing, and editing, and re-editing, hoping for a yes, crying over the no, wanting to quit, being pushed to keep forward, and finally, I am a published writer. If you have a story to tell, push the button, and become a published writer.