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Published 16 days ago • 1 min read

what does it feel like to publish?

A book published. Mission accomplished and proof of value in a perfect case-bound hardback with a bio photo in the back.

It feels different from the way I imagined it. It's not like winning a race, arms over head as the ribbon breaks across the chest.

Nor does it feel like a completion...just somewhere farther along. At the NYC book launch event last week, I looked up after signing a book, hoping my signature wouldn't smudge, and realized this was just like a real book event. For a moment, I was almost a real author.

This is not the end of the road. Even after the writing and re-writing for five years, the work doesn't end.

A long time ago, after five years of study I was finally qualified to wear a black belt and hakama in Aikido. My sensei handed me a certificate and said, "Now you are ready to begin."

What does it feel like to publish? Right now it feels like another start.

Keep chasing lights.

Gunnar

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Gunnar Branson

Author of Chasing Lights

If you are chasing lights in your life and want to see where they lead. If you agree that none of us are important and yet all of us are important. If you care about our environment and our place in it - SUBSCRIBE - Chasing Lights may be a book you will want to read.

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