A lady at church brought a copy of Orion and asked me to sign it for her daughter. I was stunned. This was the first time someone asked for my autograph as an author!
I sheepishly obliged. My wife was aware enough to pull out her phone and snap this picture. It was a pretty special moment, but all I could think about was Hannah, the 12-year-old girl who was getting the book. I hope she'll enjoy reading it come Christmas day.
Of course, she may not like it. And that's okay. I can't expect everyone to like my book. I've got my own uniqueness that may work for some and not for others.
In the end, my books will be made up of stories that I really like. I hope other people enjoy them, but it isn't necessary that they do. I intend to make a living through selling my books, but there is that chance that not enough people will like them and when I'm 80, my books may end up stashed in a dusty closet.
I've decided that if that does happen, I won't be too disappointed. I don't write books for the money. I write them because I love doing it. I love sharing my stories with friends and family and seeing them get a kick out of it. I've been writing stories since I was a kid and it's just a part of who I am and what I do.
I still have so many stories in my head, and more keep coming. I just can't seem to write fast enough to get them out. I'm getting faster though.
While that is the decision I have made, I still have the heart to hope for the dream. Hope of more book signings like that. For more book sales. And to eventually make a living off writing. Of course there are bigger dreams than those too!
Some naysayers believe it's unsafe to dream big, thinking you could set yourself up for a bigger fall and for heartache. I don't think that's true. I love dreaming big! It makes life worth living!