Sweet dreams are made of this…

So, it now appears as though this book thing might actually happen. What. The. Hell? I have thought and dreamed about this book for so long that I won’t truly believe it until the first physical printed version is laying softly in my hand, hot off the presses. It was a lot of back and forth with my mind and my heart, backspacing and deleting, adding and changing my mind, but I did it. 45,000 words. I did it.

I took Monday off from work because I was told I would receive a call by Monday and I hadn’t heard as of Sunday. The minute I heard the words, “We want to publish your book,” I felt as though I didn’t hear her right, maybe she was talking to the wrong person. Really? You are going to help me make this dream come true? So, like, this is happening? Hmm. Ok, well then. What’s next? After that I sat down on my couch in my empty house and had a good old-fashioned ugly cry with my black Lab-ish dog, Hopper. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I look at him like that everyday, so we’re even. He sat still for the very first time since we rescued him back in June and he gave me the best version of a dog hug that any dog could ever give. It might not have been the person, or dog, that I had hoped I would be sharing the culmination of a 20-year dream with, but it works. I would have run out and hugged the next stranger I saw if he hadn’t been here, so it probably worked out for the best. Besides, I need people to actually buy and read the book when it’s done and if the neighbors think I’m crazy, they won’t get a chance to see the “softer side” of me in 40 Years of Practice.

Thank you all for your love, support, and patience as I chase down this dream down and tackle it like an Ohio State linebacker. Even though I kept the book a secret for about the last 5 or 6 months, I am happy to now share it with everyone and hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s not all Cadillacs and calla lilies, it’s not a work of fantasy fiction. It’s my story, how it was meant to be told, and from the heart. Regardless if I sell 5 copies or 5,000,000 copies I stayed true to myself, to the people who shared in making my story, and it is authentic. That’s all I can be is myself and I think I pulled it off.

My. Story. Damn that sounds good.


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