So I’ve done it again -sent out a book proposal for Peril at Stormsurge. This time it’s heading to Enclave Publishing, down in Phoenix, Arizona. I’m not sure what to expect. If I can be honest, I hope they take it. I hope it becomes a best seller. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, just yet. Or should we? Should there be a celebration based on the fact that I have sent it out? Well, there is a celebration of sorts. My coworkers and I (all three of us) are celebrating with ice cream. The good stuff, too: Ben and Jerry’s. No Neapolitan for us today!
You see, my coworker has also just done something amazing: she’s published her first book, and it’s now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Pretty awesome stuff. She’s worked very hard, and for a long time, on this first book. We expect great things from it. I expect at least good things from mine. Now her accomplishment is definitely worth celebrating. I mean, it’s out there in the world. You can buy it.
But what about mine? Does just sending a book out for consideration merit a celebration? I didn’t always think so. But you know what? I spent hours and hours and weeks and months making plans for it, making outlines that never saw much of the light of day. And then I wrote it. And the characters took over, and laughed at my outlines and notes, and did whatever they wanted. And somehow, it all worked out. So here I am, praying and hoping that this time around, Peril at Stormsurge will find a home, and find some readers.
And so you know what? Just sending my book out is worth celebrating. It took a lot out of me to write. It was lonely and frustrating and scary. I deserve my Ben and Jerry’s. And I’m not gonna feel bad about eating it. No sir. Now I just have to fend off my characters, because somehow, they think they deserve some, too. And I’m not going to share.
