A confession…whenever I’m in a bookstore, I go to the Science Fiction/Fantasy section. I browse through the authors, soak up the vibe, look at old favourites and potential purchases. But without fail, I end up in front of the “F” section, somewhere between Raymond Feist and Jaspar Fforde.
I stand there for a long moment, and I stare at the spot.
“One day”, I tell myself, “my books will be on this shelf. Right here, in this spot.”
Every time, without fail, I stand there like a great big dork reciting this mantra. I say this without hubris or entitlement, and I certainly don’t whip myself over the not-quite-there invisible books. These words are said only with this: the absolute certainty that, if I work hard enough and never ever give up, it’s gonna happen.
If you’re gonna dream, dream big 
Oh, what the hell. Have an Eye of the Tiger.
Word, my brother!
Cheers buddy
That song really was made for you
Just a man and his will to survive…
And when you do I want to see you in a beret
Done deal!
I do this too. I actually go so far as to stick my finger between the two books. so I can imagine my book in that space.
Sounds like you need a shelf-help book