I sold my first book today.
I spent the whole morning on the internet trying to get it noticed. And I didn’t even know that I had sold a copy until late in the evening. Because I was at my grandma’s house for the rest of the day. My cousin, who is more like my sister, called to say that our grandma collapsed in the bathroom and couldn’t get up.
It took both of us to help her into the wheelchair. My grandma uses a wheelchair now.
So, I sold a book and it seems like a slap to the face instead of a victory. I can’t even tell her about it because I would break her heart to admit to so many painful truths. She loves me and she would be devastated to know what I have written. I’m devastated too. I wish that I could have written something that would have made her proud.
I love her.
I love her, and I’m running out of time. I know it.