One year today.

A year ago today I nervously stumbled around my day job, rushing around trying launch my novel at 12:00pm exactly. We were short staffed that day, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I ran out the back and jumped on instagram. I selected my photo that was taken the weekend before. I copied my caption which I wrote the night prior. I selected the pages I wanted to post it on and all the other social media that I had secretly set up in preparation for this launch.

I had worked so hard last year leading up to October 12th to get everything organised for the launch. I had worked with editors to get my novel polished and worked with the lovely Bianca O’neill who dotted tirelessly on my cover art. I researched and researched and researched all there was to know about publishing. From setting up and designing this very website and all its photographs and content, to understanding what an ISBN is and what my tax obligations were for selling a book overseas.

All that hard work paid off. I posted it, I shared it, and then I had to put my phone down and run back to work because it was busy. I was sweating bricks, but I continued my work.

The following 24 hours was surreal. My instagram post got over 1000 likes and tens of comments. Friends and family were quick to support, which I am completely thankful for. And then those who I didn’t personally know began to purchase it. People congratulated me and I felt completely proud of what I had achieved.

Weeks had past and I began to get messages from people, some friends, some family, and some readers. They told me they loved the book and that they cried.

I never thought I’d be happy about making other people cry.

But it meant that what I wrote truly touched them, and what I wrote wasn’t for nothing. And at the end of the day, that’s all I could ever ask for in being a writer.

The following months were interesting trying to navigate the ‘marketing’ world. More importantly, I didn’t exactly know how to. But I gave it a crack anyway since at one point, I didn’t know how to write a novel or publish a book, yet here we are. In hindsight, this could’ve been done much better. But hey, what’s a gal to do.

It hasn’t all been sunshine and rainbows, though. I didn’t become a multimillionaire from sales, but more importantly, some writers grants that I applied for I had been knocked back. On the plus, having my novel be seen around the world, having strangers message me and tell me how they loved the book, and starting my next novel is more than I could imagine.

This is only the start of my writing career, and I can’t wait to share my next piece with you.

Thank you to all who have taken the time to read my novel. It truly means everything to me.