April 2nd is nearly over and despite multiple deliberate pinches (and one accidental stubbed toe), I have yet to wake from this glorious dream. In fact, I’m now confident that I won’t wake from this dream, because I’m living it.
My first book won a book award.
A real book award! One where my target audience read and voted without any input or interference from me – just them and my novel.
Yes, it’s a small book award. True, I only scored the bronze. But you know what? I still won a book award. I made it into the top five out of (at least) twenty-one finalists. Readers loved my book; they chose my story as one of their favorites.
And at the end of the day, I get to call myself an award-winning author.
Heck, I can say it at the beginning of the day too, if I want.
“Hi! I’m Crystin Goodwin, and I’m an award-winning author.”
Those are words I thought I’d never hear outside of my own little daydreams. Guess that means I have to pick a new goal to fantasize about …
… hmm. Maybe best-selling author? 😉
Want to see what all the hype is about? Hop on over to Amazon and pick up a copy of UnBlessed for yourself!