Playdate with Little Rock

It's out.

My book.

It's out.

I got an e-mail from my publisher late, late a few nights ago that my book was officially on Amazon. And I sat bolt upright. My heart started pounding. Oh my gosh, I'm officially an author! I hope people love my book! Aaaaand, Oh my gosh, I'm officially an author! What if people hate my book?

My stomach churned. Any bit of sleepiness that I had was long gone. It was 11:30 at night, and I did the only thing I could do: I texted my best friend. And do you know what she did? She went and bought my book. At 11:30 at night. That is friendship.

In the days following, I've decided to stop worrying. I've decided to be terrifically excited. I've decided that no matter what an Amazon review might say, or what a particularly mean Twitter-active local might post, I've accomplished something that my seven-year-old self dreamed about: writing a book. And you know what else? I'm really, really proud of my book. I worked extremely hard writing it. I made unforgettable memories writing it. I grew as a person; I grew as a mom.

If you want to know a ton of fun things to do around Little Rock, go buy my book. If you love me a lot, go buy my book. Because you'll like it, I promise.

Now, I'm off to go catch fireflies with my four year old. Good night, world.