Sleeping in the van that night with the sound of the rain on the roof was so relaxing. It’s hard to explain just how good it felt that this thing I had been dreaming about doing for so long was finally happening. But the story only gets better from there, because I was about to meet Ed Jr.
Do you ever get stuck in a cycle of drafts without publishing? I’m attempting to overcome my fear of the publish button by challenging myself to share a story a day for 100 days.