So, I’ve been doing this writing thing for most of my life, but I got serious about it almost 10 years ago now. I’ve been selling my fiction since about 2006, and have seen my scribbling appear in various anthologies, magazines and websites. I’ve been to group book signings, seen my work appear in collections on bookstore shelves, but it never felt *legitimate*. To my mind, these weren’t my books, they were books I had some work published in.

Many’s the time I’ve walked into a bookstore and looked at the spot where, one day, my books were going to appear. The (many) moments I had doubt about what I was doing, I’d stand there, and make a promise to myself to never give up.

Today, a novel appeared in that spot, with my name on the cover. Let’s call that a good beginning πŸ™‚