Everyone has a dream.
At some point in our lives, we all had something we really wanted to achieve. But for many people, and for various reasons, we often let our biggest dreams eventually fade away.
I know because it has happened to me before.
Whenever I set out to write a new book, regardless of the genre, I always feel the need to do extensive reading research.
Once you join the writing community on the various social media platforms, you will start to notice all the crafty ways fellow authors are pitching their books and building their brand. But if you’re like me and you just finished your first manuscript, how do you push your brand out to the masses without a published book?
Have you ever been hiking?
You know how it feels when you’ve exhausted yourself to get up to that outlook? You’re so tired. All you want to do is put your hands on your knees and suck air. But you can’t. Something is keeping your head up.
That something is the awe-inspiring view you climb all the way up there to see. It’s better than you expected. No picture can do it justice.
But you’re still pooped, so you sit for a while. You just sit and smile - and enjoy the reward of your efforts.
That’s how I feel right now.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Or, at least in my case, the highway sped right past my intentions of completion!
I wanted so badly to be finished with my book this weekend. I set the goal for myself, and arbitrary line in the sand I thought I could meet. I could have done it. Seven chapters in five days. If I called off work, mainlined Redbull, and refused sleep. It was possible.
This is a story of something lost, something found.
As it sometimes does during West Virginia winters, the peaceful deep snows of December have turned to miserable rain. When the days soak you to the bone and sunset plunges temperatures below freezing, there isn’t much to do but crawl under an electric blanket and curl up with a good book.
This is a story of something lost, something found.
As it sometimes does during West Virginia winters, the peaceful deep snows of December have turned to miserable rain. When the days soak you to the bone and sunset plunges temperatures below freezing, there isn’t much to do but crawl under an electric blanket and curl up with a good book.