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This week will always be a special one for me.
As a writer, one of your biggest dreams is to walk into a bookstore or library and see your own work on the shelves.
That happened for me this week.
It's difficult to describe the overwhelming feeling that washed over me as I walked into my local library and saw DOLL HOUSE on display. It felt like a dream. Like I'd wake up any moment and it would be gone. But there it was, right up front on display, beside so many other books. Books written by well-known and bestselling authors.
But there was my little book. Right next to them.
My little sailboat that I had now sent out into the wide, wide ocean.
I picked it up and flipped it over and over in my trembling hands. It was real. It was actually there, in the library, just waiting for the world to read.
My mind raced through the past four years. I'd spent countless hours in that library, pouring over my notebook, my computer, just writing away. It was only an idea of mine back then. My idea. My brain. No one else had experienced the little story I was so passionate about.
But there it was, now in my hands. Something physical. Tangible. It was no longer just an idea.
It was a book. MY book. On the shelves. Just waiting for someone to come along and pick it up and go on the adventure.
So, good luck, little sailboat. Go out into the world and do great things. Make somebody happy.
Just like you've done for me.
-Sam
