Most people think that the elusive writer’s dream is making it to the New York Times Best Seller List. Have a franchise. A movie. A series. Be the next overnight sensation that sweeps the nation.
That’s the big city big lights dream, I get it.
I have a different one. Mine is less of the glitz of the publication and more of the sparkle between people. It’s all about the readers connecting, not just with the story, but with the characters. Readers that get caught up in the same world that I was caught up in when I wrote this story. That emotional high of wanting to reach out and find others to connect with the same way.
That’s what it’s all about. That connection.
Woolgatherers uniting.
So when I see two strangers, who would otherwise have never spoken to each other, chatting over my book, I feel like Reverie has already made it. The big city big lights dream can wait. I want the conversations to continue. I want more of this.
The glitz can follow.
