I don’t know if I will ever feel like an author. Imposter syndrome is real! But there is a moment that made my head think maybe I could claim that title, even if my heart didn’t believe it. When my first book, Waiting for Butterflies, released, a friend posted a picture on Facebook of her in Barnes & Noble with my book. I thought she took her own copy into the store and took a picture of it just for fun! I texted her, and she said three copies were on the shelf! I couldn’t believe it. I used to joke with my family that someday I’d have a book in the Barnes & Noble bargain bin. So, seeing Butterflies in the store was the first time I thought, “Huh. Maybe I really am an author.” That same Barnes & Noble hosted my first author event, which was surreal.