September 1, 2015. Here in half an hour.
I wrote a book. Whoa.
I’m really proud of how it turned out– with so much help from God and Jill.
Cindy and I are sitting in my living room with a couple lamps on for ambiance. We’re each on our laptops in companionable silence that is sometimes interrupted when I sing, “I wrote a book. I wrote a book. I wrote a book, hey-hey-hey-hey.” I’m either charming or else really, really annoying.
But I’m not going to worry about it tonight. Tonight I’m going to be grateful and tired and wildly happy. Like that? I got an email from myself from this day last year that told me not to do anything this week that didn’t make me wildly happy. So today I got ice cream at Nelson’s in Stillwater. For those of you not from the Twin Cities, that means I got a raucous amount of ice cream.
After tomorrow, I’ll need to find something else to look forward to. I was tweeting about that with Dan, another member of my Fearless Fifteeners group, and this was his response:
@jackieleawrites Oh, the world’s just beginning, Jackie. Buckle your seatbelt and enjoy the ride. You earned it!
— Dan Gemeinhart (@DanGemeinhart) September 1, 2015
I like that.
Can’t wait to see what tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next …) brings.
If you’re a praying sort of person, toss a few up for me, would you? That I would read well and be charming and make people laugh at my launch party; that I would graciously receive (or graciously avoid) feedback in the coming days; that I would remember that I’m not alone in this– it was never a solo project. Never.