I’ve Been Making the Same Wish
And it’s been years and years and years.
I make 11:11 wishes almost every day.
For the past few years, my 11:11 wish has been the same.
Until it came true one night inside a Walmart.
After that night, the next 11:11 came around, and it took me maybe ten seconds to think of a new wish.
I was working on my novel at the time, and it was nearing what I believed to be the end. My wish for that night was for someone to see its potential and publish it.
I didn’t finish that novel for almost a year, and I’d been working on it for several years prior.
When I wasn’t making the same, deep, personal wish, I had spent this year and a few 11:11’s before wishing for this novel to be published. I knew I couldn’t just will it into existence (though that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?), but it was my baby, and I put all my faith in it. So, I wished.
The novel will be released this upcoming summer.
A publishing company picked up on it (after a myriad of rejections, which I handled like a champ), and decided it was one of the books they wanted to publish next year.
I cried and cried, mainly because this book means the absolute world to me, and now people were going to get the…
