I'm writing a book.

I’m writing a book!I’m writing a book. I’m writing a book? I. Am. Writing. A. Book.

I’ve said it so many times over the past 48 hours that my brother’s tired of hearing it, but I haven’t even gotten used to it, let alone tired of it. I’m still trying to convince myself that this is true.

Three weeks ago, I got an email from a literary agent. She asked if we could talk about the possibility of a book about my year in the dress. And for three weeks, I’ve kept it mostly under my hat. I wasn’t ready to shout it from the rooftops because I didn’t know if it was going to happen.

And in case you’re wondering, I've spent three weeks on the brink of explosion with this news.

For twenty-four hours after her email came, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. I thought, I prayed, I wrestled, I wrote, and I processed. During the next week, I talked with a few key people. Then, I talked to the agent (who will soon be my agent... how crazy is that?).

I’ve talked with her twice since then, and on Tuesday, she gave me the green light. We’re moving forward. There’s a lot that we don’t know yet, but that’s half the fun, right?

The book will mainly be about the year I spent in the dress and what brought me to this project. I firmly believe that this generation can change the world. I believe it because I’ve seen God do it. And I want to share that.

To say that I’m terrified would be a huge understatement. I know that writing a book is anything but easy or glamorous. The thought of letting people I don’t know at all into my life through a book is scary.

At the same time, I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve always loved writing, and the thought of actually writing a book is enthralling. I feel like, once again, I’m getting ready to leap off a cliff. I can’t wait to see what this adventure holds!