dreams do come true?!

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When I was a kid, I taught myself how to type on an old typewriter and I wrote Nancy Drew fan fiction from my bedroom.

I know, right? Cute.

I think in some way or another, publishing a book has been my dream ever since I was that sweet, earnest kid with a typewriter. But the space between being that kid and being who I am today, it’s just like—woah. I’ve been thinking a lot about that kiddo, about how she read something she liked and thought, I wanna do that, and the journey between that openhearted, lemme give this a whirl energy, and 20+ years of active struggle until suddenly, one day, you get to announce the publication of your debut novel.

I mean, I’m absolutely thrilled. Like so fucking excited, beaming, thrilled.

But this moment is a culmination of just so much…stuff…that I think I’m also still in shock.

I knew the announcement was happening this week and when I’ve had a second to pause, I wondered what I would want to say about it that wasn’t cliched or a sort of vomitus “KEEP H…