Day one of a new beginning is ending. I am me, but my goals are different and so is my outlook.
I have wanted to do this for a long time. Rip apart everything and start fresh. Start the way I wanted to start in the first place.
The only difference? I realized it wasn’t too late.
I’ve been serious about getting published for five years. That is not a long time, but it’s a long time for such a terrifying commitment.
I went Indie, and I don’t regret anything about it. Self-publishing helped lead me to the path I have always wanted to be on.
I am now publishing a four book series with a traditional publisher. A publisher that I met at an event I went to as an Indie author.
I got tired of listening to the “traditional is better” spiel, and I honestly think that is why I turned to self-publishing. I wanted to carve out my own, as many people choose to do. But I have wanted this outcome for a long time. I trusted my gut and I have accomplished.
It’s been a long 2017, I’ve embarked on a publishing journey and now I’m on my second. I have stressed over everything along the way, but in the end everything is coming together.
Life isn’t perfect, but some of these paths we go down, they can lead us to who we are. Every night is a new dusk, a fresh start. Wake up with the dawn and chase that dream of yours. This is your life, stop saying you can’t reach that dream. Get off the couch, get out of the house, flee to the city, run to the mountains, jump to the ocean. You are only alive now, go.