Very recently I had come across an open call for authors for an anthology. And, I applied. When I did this I had no idea that I would be accepted to write one of their stories. After applying to so many publications trying to catch a break, it was a great ego boost. I’ll release more information closer to the actual release date.
I’m not know among my friends for having ego. Confidence, sure. But no ego. But getting that little bit of validation that I actually can do the things I thought I could from an external source that made me sigh in relief. I’d been chasing so many dreams and ideas, having just one start to root told me I might be on my path, finally.
Took me 20 years to figure out where I belonged.
I’m a writer.