That’s me in the corner

Today, I got an important email. I’ve just come out from a recent promotion, and for the first few days afterwards, I track to see how well it did. While I was at it, I added up all the copies I’ve sold/given away. Just through Kindle, without including my paperback, I’ve gotten my work into the hands of several hundred people.

I literally have no idea how to translate that into the email I received. I am getting a royalty check from Amazon for my book. REAL MONEY. It’s not a lot, but it is a START. This is beginning to feel so much more real now!

When things like this happen, I’ve stopped analyzing. I just swallow it down like a pill and wait to see how the medicine reacts. I love writing, it is something that I have had to do as much for me as for my readers. Now that I have leapt over this hurdle of seeing will it make money, well, there is nothing holding me down but gravity.

But, when you want something all of your life, and then it actually starts to happen, it’s somewhat like being in an accident-you are mashed into your seat with nowhere to run.

When dreams become a reality, it’s just weird.

I think what makes it even more scary, I haven’t truly figured this all out yet! I call myself an author, but every time I say it, it feels like a made up thing. Like a story about a story.

I feel like I will wake up one day and realize this is just a dream… yeah… that’s me in the corner…

Oh, life is bigger

It’s bigger than you

And you are not me

The lengths that I will go to

The distance in your eyes

Oh no, I’ve said too much

I set it up

(chorus)

That’s me in the corner

That’s me in the spotlight, I’m

Losing my religion

Trying to keep up with you

And I don’t know if I can do it

Oh no, I’ve said too much

I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try


Every whisper

Of every waking hour I’m

Choosing my confessions

Trying to keep an eye on you

Like a hurt lost and blinded fool,
fool

Oh no, I’ve said too much

I set it up

Consider this

Consider this

The hint of the century

Consider this

The slip that brought me

To my knees failed

What if all these fantasies

Come flailing around

Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try


But that was just a dream

That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)


But that was just a dream

Try, cry, why try?

That was just a dream

Just a dream, just a dream

Dream

About master

Kim Smith is the author of Disk of Death, The Dread Room, Love Inn, and An Unexpected Performance.

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