Strangely, this post feels almost like a dream. Two years ago on January 1st 2010, I decided I wanted to write a book. I had this idea that wouldn't die down and for some reason (that had nothing to do with silly New Year's resolutions) I decided to write. Looking back, I made all the mistakes. The novel began with a dream, was littered with adverbs, and etc. I thought I knew more than I did. I thought the writing thing would be easy. And many rejections later, I realized I had a lot to learn. Fast forward to November 2010, I had another idea. A great idea. And so I started writing, but I didn't have the time to dedicate much. So to keep my tradition (and b/c December is crazy), on January 1st 2011, I started with a blank document and dove into that great idea again. This time, it took. This time I couldn't stop writing. That novel was GRAVITY. I can't tell you how crazy it is that a year ago GRAVITY was just a thought, and now it's going to be published. I can&
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