Last night, just as I was trying to go to sleep, I couldn’t resist picking up my phone last time. Life’s been hard and lonely these days, so I was hoping to find the comfort of a message, any sign of companionship to lull me to sleep.
But I found so much more: a message, which led to a verification, and then a confirmation.
I’d made my first sale.
I got pennies from it, sure, but that’s more than I’ve ever made before.
If I’m honest, my first sale wasn’t about the money. It was about the validation. I’ve been a writer for a while now, and while I’ve gotten praise, I’ve rarely gotten recognition – until now. Now I know that it’s not just that I can write what’s needed, I can write what’s wanted.
Even if only one person wants it so far.
I called my parents, who know what I’m doing even if they don’t love it, and I’ll never forget what my mom said.
“That’s it. You’re not a writer anymore. Someone bought your work. That makes you an author now.”
Needless to say, I cried.
Thank you, not only to the person who bought my work but to everyone who’s reading my flashes.
It feels good to be wanted.
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