After a dozen years of dreaming, my first book was published last week. My emotions have gone from ecstatic to panic and back again.
Leading up to publication I was on a constant high—sort of like when I was a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The anticipation was always the best part. What treasures awaited me under the tree? But within a few hours, everything had been opened and there was nothing more to look forward to.
I had similar feelings with Broken Vessels. The anticipation of seeing my book cover on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Vyrso and iBooks, and knowing people would be able to purchase it had me giddy with delight. Yet when it finally happened, I panicked that nobody would even know it was there, much less buy it. And if they did buy it, would they like it?
In the end, I will always be grateful to God for giving me a talent to write, and for Kirkdale Press for taking a chance on an unknown writer. I will appreciate every review and work to keep my name out there. I’m not looking to make millions from my books, not that I would turn in down, of course. I’m simply looking to use the gifts God gave me and honor Him in the process.