I had a Real Author moment this week, when I was asked for a quote on a book. Which I happily gave, because I loved the book. But it made me giggle and think, “I’m a Real Author now!” And this led to discussion about when do you arrive?

There are so many landmarks I can look back on in the last two years. My first contracts, first book releases, first print book on shelves, then the next, first royalty payments received, first reviews, first reader feedback. And it’s not like that stuff loses impact. Every release, every review, award, letter from a reader who liked my story enough to tell me so, it all means just as much to me. Getting a boxful of author copies is a thrill. A new contract is a thrill. And yet I think I’m pretty far from having arrived, whatever that is.

Maybe nobody ever arrives. Because here’s the amazing thing about writing, there’s always new ground, new challenges. I don’t think it’s possible to reach the “I have done it all” point. I’m not even sure mastery is possible in this craft, although it’s certainly something to strive for. Well, life is a journey, not an arrival, and I’m very happy to be taking this trip with my notebook in hand.