It is that time of year again when we get all our paperwork together and start procrastinating on filing our taxes. This is the first year that I received a document from Amazon Publishing and it was a little disappointing. My disappointment did not go unnoticed by my friend.
Flamingo: What’s wrong?
Me: I want to be an author and I just don’t think I am doing it right.
Flamingo: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I wrote my book and put it out to the world, but I don’t think it makes me an author.
Flamingo: How do you define author?
Me: Someone who is published and gets paid for selling their book.
Flamingo: So…. someone who writes a book?
And gets paid….
Me: Yeah, but it’s not very much. I mean, I know I will not likely be as successful as Stephen King, J.K. Rowling, or James Patterson, but I had hoped for more than $35.
My sweet flamingo gave me a hug and then started to wave her wings while jumping up and down.
Flamingo: We’re Here – Let’s Cheer – A*U*T* – H*O*R – AUTHOR – AUTHOR -AUTHOR
I don’t know about you, but I have seen a lot of cheerleaders and heard more cheers than I will ever remember. None were as lovely as my flamingo cheerleader and none were as inspiring.
Me: (trying to talk through my giggles) You are right. I am an author. Thanks for the encouragement.
Flamingo: Now, stop wasting time and get writing.
Ah, flamingos – ever so supportive and even more distracting!