Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I am one of the ten

I'm starting to get sick. Maybe it's a cold. A sign of this is random blog posts in the middle of the night that say things you don't want them to say. Another sign is weird dreams. I had one last night that dealt with my quixotic journey to be a successful author.

Here's how it went: I'm on campus here at Long Beach State University and I just got something from the Starbucks, a coffee let's say. On my way to find a table to sit in and write, someone walks up to me wearing a smile and says, "I am one of the ten."

It's like a shot in the gut. A genuine smile fills my face. I think I blush too. I have no words to say back to this person. There is only a dreamy sense of joy. That's when the dream ends.

What this person said is a reference to a joke I made in another blog entry, the one about the 99 cent store.

I said that before the year is out, ten people will surely buy my novel. And the person in the dream was one of the ten. Wouldn't that be something? It's just such a random thing.

I want to go to sleep but I have a mountain of work to do. If you haven't noticed, my blog tour starts next week. Here is the schedule: Schedule.

There are a ton of great things going on. Despite petty wishes and dreams, the novel is real. I have to do what I can for it. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll walk up to me and say, "I am one of the ten."


PS: Yes. I am one of the ten.