Earlier last week, I announced on my Facebook page that I was going to publish a short for Kindle on March 1 with all the expectation I had when I tried doing this sort of thing a couple of years before.
Basically, if the internet were a room full of friends, and there was a sound it made like crickets…that was what I expected.
In the ocean of negative political and social posts, my little book ‘A Day In October’ was sure to be about as noticeable as an individual plankton being vacuumed up by a whale somewhere in the South Pacific with no sight of land.
I was close. And I was so far off.
First, a friend from high school shared the link, bought the book and congratulated me. Someone I hadn’t talked to in 25 years was there. To support my dream, and did so without question. My heart sank, because there were people I saw daily that didn’t give to shits to the wind whether I ever did anything more than push shopping carts at the grocery store. In fact, some that insisted that I give up my ‘nonsense’.
And this person I used to toss a ball back and forth to and shoot hoops with after school, knew. Someone that claimed never to read, was reading my ebook and enjoying it!
Another friend from the early days of my restaurant career jumped on board full boar, downloading and consuming that story in hours, then offering amazing words of encouragement before sharing the link to the book on social media.
Then, a bar regular from a few years back did the same…
One of my followers on Instagram read the book and gave me rave reviews, making me promise to come through her neck of the woods to give her a signed copy when I was a famous novelist. And when someone you don’t even know gives you that compliment…
Someone I barely knew who would sit quiet at the bar nursing hangovers was cheering me on.
And I thought I felt emotion writing the story. Nope. Not compared to the excitement of seeing people supporting my dream.
People who I’d lost contact with were suddenly my best friends. These people see someone going after their dream and support it.
Is it a best seller? No. And that wasn’t the point, even though that would be nice. The point of writing ‘A Day In October’ was to cry, and feel, and iron out emotions I felt, both at the time the story took place, and while I was soaking my keyboard.
Support is those strangers on Instagram who like and comment on the posts I write along with the photos I share, pushing me to continue and not give up the dream. The way my parents have, since I was in second grade holding my first short story and thinking…holy shit…our kid can write?
So, for those of you who follow my posts here, on Facebook, and Instagram, from the bottom of my heart, I can’t thank you enough for pushing a stranger to become what he’s always wanted. It’s a little late to get started, but it’s never too late to chase your dreams.
To those who have, and those who will…I love you for your enthusiastic support and I promise to keep going and never quit.
If you’d like to check out the story I published, follow the link below! Again…thank you.