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Waking Up In My Dream

The little doggy nails across the hardwood floor rousing me from my stupor.

Dog?

I don't have a dog.

What the?  Am I dreaming?

Dream.

Oh. Wait....

TODAY IS THE DAY!!!

April 25th, 2017 is the day that I became a published author.
I have a book. A novella, if you will.  It is one of 16 stories that are available in the Midnight Magic Urban Fantasy Box Set.

If you haven't ordered it yet or have no idea what I've been talking about, you should totally go check it out here:





I was asked to be in this set back in December. And to be honest at the time, I wasn't sure what I would even write about.   I had never written anything that could be considered "urban fantasy." I felt like I was completely out of my element.

Thing is..I had a dream.  A dream of being a published author.

And this was a way to make that dream come true. 

No one was going to hand me a publishing deal.
No one was going to rifle through my stacks of half-written manuscripts and say "Wow. this is something we want to publish, if you write it."

It's the "if you write it" bit that I focused on.

Nothing was going to happen with this dream if I didn't write. And re-write. And edit. And give it to people for feedback.  And re-write some more.

So I did. And now, 5 months later, I have a book.

And you can read it. 

And your Aunt Tilly from Poughkeepsie whom I have never met can read it (and she should, because I heard she really likes urban fantasy).

The thing with this set that's pretty amazing is that you're not just getting my book. You're getting work from 15 other authors. I'm am in some serious company that by all rights I really don't deserve to be in.   

It is a blessing to be a part of this set, with these amazing people.

I'm proud of the work I did for Midnight Magic.

I would really like for you to check it out.

After you do, if it's not too much trouble, can you leave a review on Amazon?  It doesn't even have to be about "Shadow Initiate." It can be about any of the other awesome stories in the set.

I am wafting in that realm where I've suddenly realized that my dreams have come true. I'm not going to lie.

It's an addiction. Now that I've crossed that line, I know that this is something I can do, because I did do it.

I wrote a book.

That book is published.

My friends, I am living the dream.

And you helped. Each one of you that reads this blog. Each one of you that gave me a word or seven of encouragement along the way. Each one of you that pre-ordered. Each of you that goes out and purchases the set today. Or tomorrow. Or next week.

I can't thank you enough. 

I don't know what's going to happen next, but I know this...I'm going to keep writing.
And now that I know that I can, I'm going to keep publishing.

Now I'm going to go to a little happy dance for a little while.

If you hear a very loud squee from Northern Ohio, it's probably just the sound of a writer getting his first book published.

-AT  



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