And a year later, I was still saying those words. It was a complete surprise to run into Shanna, one of the very woman who taught me one day at the store. And I was close to finishing a first draft. I told her delightfully about my progress. And I told her "If I get published . . . blah blah blah . . " The look she gave me said far more than her words.
But her words have stuck with me ever since. "When. Not if." She gave me a whole spill on the difference. And that one day, I would get published. I couldn't think if. I had to show people I was serious. I had to believe to there was going to be a when.
It felt awkward telling people "When I get published . . . " But I did, every day after that.
Well now is when.
Monday, August 5th 2013, I sent Only Half Alive to Tristi, my editor. My real editor. The woman who is going to help me perfect my book. But not only did I send the manuscript to a real editor, I sent it to Shanna. My soon to be publisher.
Believe in yourself.
If you don't, no one else will have reason to either.