As I sit here my eyes keep glancing over at my printer, which needs a new toner cartridge. Sitting in the tray is the manuscript of my first book. I've poured over the pages for more hours than I can count. I've let other people read it, hopeful yet dreading their eventual comments. Right now I need to read it one more time. I hope to find no lingering errors or failings. If that is how it turns out, then I'll be sending it off to the publisher and I will officially be a published author.
I'll be revealing more about this book in the coming weeks, but for right now I just wanted to post about an odd feeling. The pages are turned down. I know this is the last step. I don't want to turn them over yet.
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