4,000 is just a number - but it's a pretty damn big one to me!

On the 14th anniversary of 9/11, which also happens to  be my son's birthday - my book sales passed the 4,000 mark. I can see it now . . . some of you are rolling your eyes because really, in the overall scheme of things, 4,000 is not a big number considering all of the books out there. But, just a mere eighteen  months ago when I picked up a pen and started writing a story that was bouncing around in my head, I didn't think ten people would ever care to read my book(s), let alone 4,000. And, this doesn't even include the 15,000+ free downloads of my books over the past fifteen months.

Of course, this will never make me rich, but I'd say it's not bad for what started out as a hobby.

Who knows, maybe five years from now, it will pay the bills. If not - I'm okay with that. I won't stop writing just because I'm not the next Nora Roberts. I won't stop writing when I get bad reviews. I won't stop writing because my kids or husband beg me to cook dinner (Domino's is on speed-dial).

I will stop writing when my mind goes blank - when my characters quit bugging me to tell their stories - when my head stops spinning from all the unwritten scenes that beg to be written. Basically - when I'm dead.