Copyright

Yesterday, something small and official changed everything.

I opened my mail box and saw it. The copyright certificate for The Mindborn. My name. My words. On a real document. And for a second, I just stared at the paperwork like it couldn’t be true.

I’ve known this book was real for a while now. After all, I’ve lived in its world for years. I’ve written and rewritten chapters, cried over characters, doubted myself, believed again, then doubted some more. But this? This was something else. A kind of proof I didn’t know I needed until I had it.

And once I saw it... I couldn’t do a single productive thing all day.

Honestly, I floated. I walked around with this weird, buzzing excitement, completely useless to everyone. I definitely opened the pic I took of that document at least ten more times. It wasn’t about the piece of paper. It was what it represented. All the quiet work. All the time no one saw. All the times I wonder if I was just pretending to be a writer.

Now there it is: The Mindborn. Written by me. Protected. Recognized. Real.

It’s just one step. I know that. But it’s a big one. And today, I’m letting myself feel it. The pride, the joy, the disbelief. Because I didn’t think I’d make it here, and now that I have, I want to remember this feeling. To write it down.

To anyone chasing a dream that feels impossibly far away: I hope you get your version of this moment. I hope you recognize it when it arrives. And I hope you let yourself pause and say, Yes. This matters. 

Because it does. Even if it's only a small step toward your dream coming true.