I didn’t know what to expect when I published my first novel, Glory’s Key. Of course, my Mom had told me that I was a good writer, but my grammar has always been off, and my vocabulary limited. Even now, as I write these words, I am reminded of the American Idol contestants that make my ears bleed because of false confidence or ability, which is so often driven by a loved one.
Then today, I refreshed my Goodreads author dashboard and was blown away by the support from non-blood-related...