Writing is hard.
Having that writing published brings out some of the deepest insecurities.
Writing makes you humble.
I thought the worst thing as an author would be to one day see one of my books in the bargain bin at the local bookstore or for sale at a thrift store.
But I was wrong.
Last week I experienced something far worse.
I was at a party where we played the infamous White Elephant gag-gift exchange and someone picked a present, opened it up…and it was my first book.
Even more humbling, the one who brought the gift to the party was my mother.