“How a Chance Encounter and a Hidden Manuscript Changed My Life Forever: The Unexpected Journey to My First Book Deal”

"How a Chance Encounter and a Hidden Manuscript Changed My Life Forever: The Unexpected Journey to My First Book Deal"

What if I told you that every great journey begins with a simple wish? That’s precisely how my adventure into the world of writing unfolded, and trust me, it’s been anything but predictable. In this heartfelt recounting, I’ll take you through my initial, rather adventurous steps into the realm of publishing—where dreams are forged with a mix of determination and a healthy dose of naiveté. Picture me, pensively scribbling notes in the middle of the night, wrestling with self-doubt and a sea of unfinished manuscripts, all while holding onto that flicker of hope. Fast forward to today: I’ve signed with an incredible editor, and my debut novel is poised to see the light of day in 2025! So grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and let’s dive into this wild ride from aspiration to publication. Because who knows? You just might find the spark you need to fuel your own creative wish. <a href="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:1200/1*HiZhLLndxi6vJSx0Z3Tg.jpeg”>LEARN MORE.

Would you believe me if I said it all started with a wish?

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I can barely process what I’m typing right now. I’ve signed with an amazing editor, and my debut novel is set to release in the latter half of 2025. Ironically enough, words cannot describe my gratitude. I’m an author without a dictionary large enough to provide adjectives for how I am feeling.

Nearly four years ago, I took my very first step into the world of publishing. In October of 2021, I tried my hand at writing a real, actual novel. With pure delusion and audacious confidence on my side, I pledged a goal to send that novel out to literary agents by January of 2022. Unfortunately, I only made it around twenty-thousand words in. In March of 2022, I haphazardly resurrected a beloved idea from my adolescence, but once again, only made it to the twenty-thousand word mark.

I just couldn’t seem to land on a story capable of holding my attention. I was writing out of desperation to fulfill a dream, not out of pure, unfiltered, unobstructed passion. Desperation wasn’t sustainable. Dreams weren’t sustainable. What I needed was a project that filled me with such joy, such sunshine, that I’d be completely unable to bear the thought of leaving it unfinished.

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