Writing books isn’t the hardest thing about being an author. In fact, I sometimes look back on the years of rejections fondly. There were only two things to worry about—keep writing and keep submitting. Now published for several years, I find the struggle to build an audience to be the harder endeavor. There is a level of trust I must gain from every customer before they will open their wallets and give me a shot. For every one book sold, you are told no a thousand times more. It wears on your confidence, sometimes with tsunami strength waves. I’m grateful for my family, friends, and publishing house. Their support is like a gulp of air that helps me continue to fight, so I don’t uproot my dreams and let them be swept away. I’m also grateful for other authors who give me new ideas to pursue that might help me reach a bigger audience. Nothing like a new direction to boost your resolve to dig in and keep fighting.
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