When I was in first grade, I published my first book.

I mean, everyone in my class got to do it, but still. I was hooked.

We had a “publishing center” in our school, where we could submit our stories (which were mostly made up of drawings), pick out a cover design, and, a few days later, emerge with a hardcover book. I don’t remember what I wrote, but I remember holding that firm white glossy hardbound volume in my hands and feeling so proud.

That’s when my first and biggest dream was born. One day, I’d be a real published author.

I finished writing my first (non-picture) book, which is about our cruising adventure, last summer. And, two weeks ago, I signed a contract with a literary agent. I’m one big step closer to accomplishing my dream.

I am so excited. But I’m a little terrified, too. This book publishing world that I have found myself in is completely new to me. I know that I can do this, though. Exploring uncharted territories is what I did for every single day that I lived on our sailboat. Being outside of my comfort zone for two years is what pushed me to write this book. So it’s a good thing, I think, to be back in a space that feels out of my element. It’s hard, but it’s good.

I have the utmost respect for my agent, Jane Dystel, and am honored to have her guidance and representation. There’s a ton of work ahead of me—right now, I’m working on my book proposal—and I’m ready for all of it.

I’ll keep you all posted on the progress I make with the book in the coming months. Thank you all for reading and sticking with us before, during, and after our cruising adventure! There’s lots more to come.