Do you remember in elementary school how we celebrated the 100th day? Everyone would bring 100 items, whether it was 100 pennies, buttons, stickers, etc. It was a tool not only to mark close to the halfway point of the year but also to give us a tangible idea of what 100 looked like.
Once you get out of school, the number 100 doesn't really mean too much to us. I don't worry about getting 100% on my next test because there isn't one. I'm not anywhere near my 100th birthday. So the number 100 is hard to fathom.
I never thought I'd be waiting for my 100th book to sell but that's where I am tonight. Since I released my first book in January, I have sold 99 books. Ninety-nine! How crazy is that? Reaching the milestone of 100 was something not even in my realm of possibility but now it's within my grasp. Maybe one of those 99 will read the books I've written and pass them along and maybe I'll get a phone call or email from a publishing company. Who knows? With 99 copies of my books out there, someone has to know someone else, right?
This is going to be a short blog because I start moving tomorrow. Fun weekend plans of boxes and tape, I can tell you that much. But I would like to send out a sincere thank-you to those 99 people who have helped me achieve something I'd never thought possible. I finally believe that I can actually do this and be successful and for that, I can't thank each of you enough. Good night and sweet dreams from my little corner to yours.
