Every a amateur writer dreams of one thing- to be published.
After years of journals, blogs, writing on scraps of paper, whatever, I have finally achieved that goal, though in an unexpected way.
Writing has always been my outlet, my source to let out my emotions, thoughts and feelings. I write for myself, not for others.
Last year, I went through a difficult time in my life. And I wrote a story about it, and the person who helped me most through that period, in a fit of emotion.
And now that story is published in Chicken Soup for the Soul.
It was accidental. I didn’t expect anything. But now I’m sitting here with the stack of books in front of me, and it’s surreal. My name is in a book. My words are in a book for the world to see. Something tangible that people actually read.
It may not be a big deal, but to me it’s kind of surreal.
