For my own amusement, I often imagine what I’ll write in the acknowledgements page of my novel when it’s published. After the back cover, the author’s acknowledgements are the first thing I read when I start a new book. It’s like a backstage pass into the author’s world, you know? I don’t know why I find such joy in this strange little fetish. I suppose it offers hope; a reminder that behind every writer sweating it out over a yellow legal pad or a keyboard, stands a whole village of friends and well-wishers cheering them on.

When I feel like giving up, I imagine the well-wishers in my life lining the street as I’m on the homestretch, slogging my way toward the finish line.

I imagine my grandparents and parents, who introduced me to the world of books an gave me my unusual childhood that provides endless fodder for my tales and fuels my imagination…I see the lady who drove the bookmobile to our lodge in the summer (a revolving selection of free books right at my fingertips?! My 9 year old self was in heaven). I imagine my second grade teacher whose mantra was ‘take a risk’…I imagine my girlfriends, arms thrust in the air victoriously, clutching copies of my novel…

In my more confident moments, I imagine myself at a book signing, pen poised over a fresh, clean copy of my masterpiece as I dedicate the book to an aunt, a sister, a friend of a friend…scrawling my unique signature across the page like I was made to do this.

“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it.” -William Arthur Ward

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