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Five Years


I'm not sure how it's already been five years ... but it has. Five years since I published an unedited, unmarketed, unpromoted [those are totally words] book that all of three people knew about. Then shrugged, looked at my husband, and agreed if 100 people bought the story within a year it would be incredible.

I didn't even tell my mom until a week or so later. If you're wondering, she laughed and said, "You don't write. You don't even read."

Yeah, Mom. I know.

Because even though I tell my mom everything, only a select few people knew about my newfound love of reading. And only a couple knew that I'd been writing. [Just so you know, my mom is now my biggest cheerleader apart from my husband.]