Four years.

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Four years ago today, I published my first novel. I hadn't really told anyone I was writing it. I barely acknowledged it to myself, until I typed the epilogue.

I remember sitting in my crappy college apartment one summer night, nursing a bad breakup with a bottle of wine, googling "how to self-publish a book."

I remember wondering if I'd ever actually have the guts to upload it before senior year classes started.

I remember designing a cover with free photo-editing software.

I remember being twenty-two, and totally terrified by the prospect of putting words I wrote out into the world for actual, real-life humans to read.

But mostly, I remember asking myself, "Hell, what's the worst thing that can happen?"

So, I finished my wine, muttered "fuck" under my breath about a million times, and uploaded the damn thing.

About ten hours later, LIKE GRAVITY was live on Amazon.

I didn't expect much. (And by "much" I really mean "anything.") I absolutely did not ever in a million years think I'd find myself here -- four years older, writing full-time, knee-deep in my TENTH manuscript. Doing something that makes my fingers ache and my heart squeeze and my soul sing.

There is no way I will ever be able to repay you all for taking this journey with me, to express how much you mean to me. So, I'll just say this..

Thank you for changing my life. 
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you. 
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart.
T H A N K Y O U.