I recall hearing a phrase years ago that went something like: the only difference between the one who succeeded and the one who failed is one of them gave up on their dream. With the statistics indicating that having a book traditionally published is incredibly low, does it make me determined or deluded that I consider such a thing to be an inevitability? With all the time I’ve invested into writing, editing, talking to others, obtaining feedback, etc., I think I have to believe my dream will come true. If I indulge the line of thought that would lead away from such a belief, I could imagine a circumstance where I would find feelings of bitterness or despair waiting for me.

To this point, be it delusion or determination, I carry on believing I’m heading in the direction necessary to eventually reach my destination. While at times it feels like an awfully winding path, I have faith that I’ll eventually get there. Who knows, maybe one day people will actually read these and wonder what I was like early on in my writing journey.