The book.

So. The book.

Well, it's a long, long, LONG story. I won't get into the research I've done, the attorney I had reviewing the contract (funny story though...I might tell it at some point), the hours of time I put in making sure that everything was legitimate and real because of all the people out there that try to scam writers and wanna-be writers. It's exhausting and frankly, it doesn't even matter.

But the upshot is I have agreed to write a book about the town I grew up in for a publisher out of Texas who publishes books about cities all over the country.

It will not make me famous.

It will not make me rich.

I will not have lots of book signings all over the country (I will in the town that the book is about though, so if you live there, you might see me).

BUT...

I will have a publishing credit to my name.

I will be able to say, I have published a book. I am a published author. (After I write it, that is)

I will get paid money to do what I love to do.

I will get the satisfaction of having written a book that people can buy in a store, if they so choose.

I will be proud of myself, for seeking something out, going for it, ovaries to the wall, and for getting my big old size 11 foot stuck firmly in the door.


So, it's a start.


My biggest fans, Boy and Girl Child were the first people I told. Girl Child, who reads nearly everything she can get her hands on and who has told me numerous times that she's going to be a writer when she grows up, was so excited she could hardly stand it.

She told me I was her hero.




I think that's enough. Don't you? I don't need the fame. I don't need to be known the world over.


I just need to be Girl Child's hero.



So that's the book. I'll let you know as things progress.