THAT Moment: The First Sale!

There’s a moment—quiet, but electric—when the first sale comes through.Not a preorder. Not a friend promising to grab a copy.An actual, honest-to-goodness reader.

Someone I’ve never met chose my book.They saw the cover, read the blurb, and thought,

Yes. I want to read that.

It’s hard to explain the feeling. It isn’t about numbers or charts or validation in the traditional sense. It’s deeper. It’s the affirmation that the hours spent writing and rewriting, questioning and second-guessing, meant something. That what lived in my mind now lives in someone else’s hands.

There’s a kind of quiet adulation in that. Not applause. Not fanfare.Just a deep inhale. A pause. A quiet smile that says:Someone is interested in my work. Someone sees me.

I won’t forget that moment.

Not because it was flashy or public, but because it felt real.And right now, that’s enough.

Trinity