It’s not a far off dream anymore. I wrote a book that is going to be published. I signed contracts. It will be in bookstores. My name is going to be on the cover. People I have never met are going to read it.
After my car accident, I didn’t think about the future for a long time. I didn’t want to. At the age of seventeen, my life derailed in ways I never could have imagined. I stopped worrying about which college to go to, instead I worried about whether or not I’d be able to breathe again without a machine or communicate without blinking at an alphabet board. One. Word. At. A. Time.
That’s a much bigger story. I hope to write it one day.
I’m writing this post today because I do think about the future now, and it’s amazing. My spinal cord injury means I’ll always be in a wheelchair (but it let’s me do awesome things like spin donuts in the aisle of Walmart when the occasion demands it). But the alphabet board is gone and my lungs rallied like a champ, allowing me to ditch the machines for good. Do I wish my hands worked better? Yes, but the fact that I can type with them, drive with them, and even create a respectable cat eye with them (a fete even with able-bodied hands) isn’t something I’ll ever take for granted.
I more than survived breaking my neck, which isn’t usually the case. I finished high school and went to college. I discovered that I wanted to be an author, regardless of whether I was sitting or standing, and nothing else. And that’s my future. It’s happening right now.
Well, technically, HarlequinTEEN is publishing IF I FIX YOU on October 25, 2016, but who’s counting?