When I was in high school, I worked at Kids Ink Bookstore in Indianapolis. I loved being surrounded by words. Loved listening to authors as they chatted and signed books. Loved devouring the new ARCs as they came into the store. Occasionally, I also dressed up like “visiting” picture book characters.
But as much as I loved working there, it never even occurred to me that one day I could have books on the shelves there. That one day I might be a visiting author there. But this Saturday, I got to return to Kids Ink and celebrate Harbinger amongst old friends, family, and the ghost of Saras past. It was surreal and strange, but mostly really, really wonderful.
Sometimes you need the long view to be able to appreciate the journey.