Unreal
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Cinderella. Who wouldn't want to be her? She's beautiful, has an amazing singing voice and falls in love with a prince. At 5, that sounded like the perfect life.
As I got older, and realized that I would never be a princess, I decided that I wanted to be a singer. Singing made me happy so I figured that would be the perfect job. And then, after countless competitions and sleepless nights, I realized that singing no longer made me happy- so I went onto something else.
After changing my mind fifty thousand times (I'm not exaggerating), I decided that I wanted to be a therapist. I had always helped people, enjoyed that and knew that I would feel fulfilled if I chose that career.
On the back-burner I was always writing. I was singing on the side, taking classes in Psych and Human Development and at night, I was writing my novels. Writing calmed me a way that singing and psych never could. When I was typing away on my Mac, I suddenly felt at peace.
That being said, I never thought that it would be anything more than a hobby.
I knew that getting my books published was an option- but I thought it was an unattainable goal. I was more likely to become a Disney princess than to get my books published! That happened to people who were trained and definitely not for little girls in Rhode Island. There were so many reasons that I thought it wouldn't work out for me. I almost convinced myself that it wouldn't work out because I didn't want to be disappointed. Never in a million years did I think that a publisher would take my work.
So now that I am announcing that TWO of my novels are getting published, it all seems very unreal.
I am 19 years old. I am from Rhode Island, the smallest state. I am a college sophomore. I am the girl next door. And yet, all of these amazing things are happening to me.
Pinch me. Please. Because I'm pretty sure I'm in a dream and in a few hours someone will be waking me up.
As I got older, and realized that I would never be a princess, I decided that I wanted to be a singer. Singing made me happy so I figured that would be the perfect job. And then, after countless competitions and sleepless nights, I realized that singing no longer made me happy- so I went onto something else.
After changing my mind fifty thousand times (I'm not exaggerating), I decided that I wanted to be a therapist. I had always helped people, enjoyed that and knew that I would feel fulfilled if I chose that career.
On the back-burner I was always writing. I was singing on the side, taking classes in Psych and Human Development and at night, I was writing my novels. Writing calmed me a way that singing and psych never could. When I was typing away on my Mac, I suddenly felt at peace.
That being said, I never thought that it would be anything more than a hobby.
I knew that getting my books published was an option- but I thought it was an unattainable goal. I was more likely to become a Disney princess than to get my books published! That happened to people who were trained and definitely not for little girls in Rhode Island. There were so many reasons that I thought it wouldn't work out for me. I almost convinced myself that it wouldn't work out because I didn't want to be disappointed. Never in a million years did I think that a publisher would take my work.
So now that I am announcing that TWO of my novels are getting published, it all seems very unreal.
I am 19 years old. I am from Rhode Island, the smallest state. I am a college sophomore. I am the girl next door. And yet, all of these amazing things are happening to me.
Pinch me. Please. Because I'm pretty sure I'm in a dream and in a few hours someone will be waking me up.
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