I’m ordering a banner, right now, I’m waiting for it to load in the background.
I sent an email to the cake lady about when to pick it up.
I’m about to put an update on the Kickstarter page – the print book won’t be ready in time, the funds haven’t come through for print copies to be there at the launch, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t coming. I’m sorry backers, but you will get it soon!
And… I’ve just fixed the last note that the editor made to the script.
Scott – I couldn’t have done this without you. This wouldn’t be this story without you.
I’ll never be able to thank you properly for all this. I’m going to try, but I don’t think anything will cover my gratitude for your help.
The Well of Youth is done. 129 thousand words. 233 pages.
If I thought I could I’d weep tears of blood.
I feel like I’m about to fail, about to disappoint everyone with my attempt at becoming an author.
And then I look at this manuscript. Two years of work.
We’re ten days away from the launch and somehow I want for it to be here now, and another part of me is scared silly.
I don’t think I’ve ever been proud though. That sounds so stupid, you’re proud of doing well at school, at getting a job done. Somehow those things just don’t compare to what is happening inside me right now.
I keep telling myself not everyone’s going to like it, its not a story for everyone and that’s OK.
Its not perfect and that’s OK.
But right now its perfect to me.
And Scott helped make it perfect. If I’m proud of what this story has become its because of all his hard work.
My Dad, my sister, and my husband helped make it perfect.
Perfect to me right here and right now.
Its been a long time coming and I can’t wait until those final moments and I publish. I look forward to seeing those of you that can make it to the launch to celebrate this with me. Thank you.