One Step Closer

It’s been the epitome of a fabulous month. Let me tell you all about it.
 

I attended a writing conference. Participants who wanted to meet with an agent had 10 minutes to pitch their manuscripts. When it was my turn, I rolled through twenty tables to get to the agent I chose. It was a hotel conference room with at least thirty tables, with agents sitting at each one. The air conditioning in the building was broken because it was 100 degrees outside. In the beginning, we both acknowledged how uncomfortable it was as a form of small talk.
 

Not long after, she asked for a summary of my manuscript.
 

Don’t worry, I delivered.
 

“I’ve written a 64,000-word memoir entitled Loving Fearlessly. I have Cerebral Palsy and other disabilities. The book delves into the complexities of living with disabilities. The narrative begins in high school and extends into adulthood, exploring a multitude of relationships, including those with family, friends, caregivers, and others. From humorous anecdotes to unexpected losses, it emphasizes the significance of relationships with people and God. It chronicles my journey of leaving home and facing remarkable challenges head-on, learning from mentors, and growing emotionally and spiritually. It’s separated into three parts: high school, college, and adulthood.”
 

Gosh, it feels good to be in a competitive environment. I forgot the adrenaline rush.
 

“That sounds interesting, and it sounds like you are looking for an academic publishing house?”
“I think that would be most appropriate,” I responded.
“Me too,” she said.
We talked about social media, and then time was up.

“Lovely to meet you. Please send me sample chapters,” the agent said.

I did it! I’m one step closer to my dream.

The relief was palpable throughout my body. I’m incredibly proud of myself. I hope this agent sees my sample chapters and wants more and more. It’s a huge step in the right direction.
 

Later in the month, my parents surprised me with a trip to the mall for my birthday. It was such a phenomenal day. On the day of, my roommate, Claudia, and my main caregiver, Liliana, took me out to lunch. If that wasn’t enough, my two girlfriends took me out to dinner in the city. We had a fabulous night! That’s a tiny overview of how I celebrated. For those of you who stopped by or sent a card, my most sincere gratitude is sent your way. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world—because I am.

With Love and Gratitude, 

Hannah!