I couldn't repress a happy dance as I carefully slit the tape that sealed the top length of the corrugated box, and opened the pairs of opposing flaps. There they were, my crisp new paperback books in two neat stack with their glossy covers gleaming up at me.
Clapping my hands with glee, I gingerly lifted out each one. A burst of pride welled up within me. I did it.
It has been an enjoyable challenge, yet now I find myself anxious to hear feedback from the intended readers. That makes me, as an author, vulnerable. All writers take that risk, but will continue to write simply because it's our passion. It's what we do. Whether it's for a solitary person who enjoys the shared story or for many, we will spin our tales.
I know I will move forward with this writing passion. It's what I do.