My proudest moment was not when I finished my book. The proudest moment of my life occurred about 20 minutes ago when I realized, without a fragment of a doubt in my mind, that this book is going places. You see, hard as it may be to believe, I’ve never actually read my book from start to finish. I’ve spent so much time dissecting and rebuilding it that I’ve never really taken the time to appreciate it. And now that I’m reading it with the eyes of a reader, not the author, those eyes fill with tears when I think “Holy shit. I did it. I actually did it.” This thing is good, and as many times as I’ve said it before, this is the first time I’ve known that it’s going to be HUGE.



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