Tomorrow my fifth young adult book comes out, and I’m feeling a lot of things right now, but mostly gratitude. For my supportive family, for my publisher, for my agent and editor, and for all of you who’ve read my books and may one day read this next one.
It doesn’t feel that long ago that I was writing query letters trying to find an agent. I still look at that pile of two hundred (plus) rejection letters and remember the sting of each one. I remember the day I looked at the calendar and realized I’d been trying to publish a book for ten years. Ten years. Once upon a time I thought this dream would never happen, that all these stories I imagined would stay trapped in my laptop. I thought I was strange for dreaming of different worlds, and thought I was stupid for ever trying to put them on paper.
Then one day, one person took a chance on me. And then another. And another. And now here I am, sitting here on the eve of my next book release, thankful that I’ve gotten this far, and still petrified that someone will tell me this ride is over. If writing a book is like climbing a mountain, publishing is like standing on the edge of a cliff, hoping a strong breeze doesn’t push you off. It’s magnificent, and it’s terrifying, and given the choice, I would nothing else.
I love writing, and every day I get to is a gift. I would not be able to continue to do this without you, so thank you, reader and book friend, for making my dreams a reality. You haven’t just given me the means to see my words on paper, you’ve given me the ability to be my true self, and there is nothing as magical or validating as that.