#WhitWritesHerNovel: Are We Ready to Proof?

So I got my proof copy of Playing with Fire today, and I’m experiencing a flurry of emotions.  Most of all, I’m excited. I’m beyond excited and I have no idea how to deal with all this positive energy. Let me tell y’all something about me:

When I say I’m an average person, I mean AVERAGE. I don’t boost myself up, I’m not overly confident; if anything, I’m extremely humble. I don’t make a big deal about myself, I’m just Whitney. Calling myself an author is completely shocking, I still can’t believe it.

I used to think that I could never do this, that I would never have a book in print, or ANYTHING I wrote in print.  I always told myself I would, but never fully committed to it. For one reason or another I would push it off, or become unmotivated.  I always wanted to become successful at my talent. I always wanted to do something with it, and not just be a writer that hid behind her words; never letting the world see them, or never having the opportunity for people to be able to criticize me and help me be a better writer. I look up to so many women who are authors. I admire them, I want to be them. And now I could possibly be someone a little girl looks up to. My daughter could see I achieved a dream and call me the greatest.  Overwhelming joy.

Now here I am, holding a book I wrote. A book I am sharing with the world in a matter of weeks, and once it’s out there, it’s out there.  I am excited, I’m blessed, I’m nervous, I’m everything! Lol.

I’m shedding tears writing this, and I knew today would be emotional. Dreams come true. Dreams really come true and that’s all I can say about it. It’s my first book, and it may never sell hundreds or thousands copies; but, it’s MINE and I’ll appreciate everyone who buys my book more than they will ever know.  Whether I sell 1 or 1,000, I made my dream come true.

This is what a dream come true feels like.