I’m thankful for the writing advances I’ve made. That’s how it’s going to be today. It’s about gratitude and giving credit to the good that’s present.
I don’t know in the grand scheme of things how I’m doing on my leg of publicity for that some-day publisher that hopefully will publish my fiction works. This whole social media thing drives me batty, if I linger on it too long.
I have no idea how many books I’ll sell. I’d love for copies to fly off the shelves.
But, right now, none of that matters.
I’ve blown away experts in the writing world — editors and published authors — by how quickly I’ve advanced in learning to write fiction and write well.
I’ve been told I’ve chosen one of the most difficult forms of fiction to learn the craft. It wasn’t just fantasy. It’s magical realism.
Lily Chang © 2018
I was encouraged, ordered, to celebrate after my most recent revision — number ten — was completed and was told it is wonderful, smooth and clear. The characters are vivid. The protagonist’s inner journey is touching. And I have the readers sitting on the edge of their seats wanting more.
Even after reading my manuscript numerous times, enthusiasm and excitement fill the air.
And so, I’m pausing to celebrate.
Not because I’m awesome.
Rather, if I’ve reached a certain level of excellence,
I’m a butterfly blazing brightly,
and I’ll communicate well to my audience,
to my readers,
make them think,
and give them reasons to