Saturday, November 16, 2013
The post I've dreamed of writing.
After eight long years of writing and submitting, a publisher wants my book.
I always wondered what I would do when I found out. Monday morning, I rolled out of bed, found my way to my favorite chair and reached for my cell phone to check my emails. Click click. I stopped. What? Who was this person telling me they wanted my book?
I looked at my husband. "I think it's a yes."
"What does it say?" He put aside his coffee and waited as I pulled up the email again and read it aloud.
Yes, it was true. After waiting for nine months to hear something, anything, my answer was a yes.
I remembered another time I sat with my husband on our Florida lanai. I was frustrated being a Realtor. I'd been having some success with my writing but felt I should try writing a novel. My husband told me to follow my passion and give it a try.
Seven novels later, after reading mountains of books on writing, attending conferences and being part of critique groups--it happened.
I am thankful but scared. Scared? Of course, I didn't think that's how I would feel but now that more than a handful of people might someday read my book, I'm scared. I want it good. No, I want it the best it can be. And that means more work ahead of me.
I can't wait to see what the following months will bring. Already I've talked with the editor who will start on my edits. Yeah, it's scary but that's the dream, right?