It’s always been my dream to be an author. Very few people know this about me. I don’t tell most people, because I know the odds of success are very low. I’m not like Han Solo, who doesn’t want to be told the odds. I’m C3P0 and I know the chances are 725 to 1. Actually, that might be a bit high for wanting to become a published author. I’ll have to run the numbers again and get back to you.
Yet here I am, setting up my website, nonetheless. I’m actually kind of proud that I’m doing it myself. Sure, I had a bit of help from my cousin, who has traveled this road before. But my husband is so good at computers and coding that most website chores tend to go to him instead of me.
But I wanted to be able to update my own website and make it be what I want. And it feels really good to be doing it myself. Choosing fonts, color schemes, and layouts…it’s kind of fun.
I’m still not sure exactly how I feel about making my dream known to whomever stumbles across my website. But one of my books is finally finished and fully edited and actually pretty good, assuming I’m not too biased to tell. Although my mother also assures me it’s good and I’m sure she wouldn’t be biased at all.
It’s time. It’s time to query agents, make a website, and give it my best try without worrying about if other people believe in me or not. It’s time to see what could happen.
When you choose to follow dreams, you don’t really know where they will take you. And sometimes, it takes some boldness to find out.