The moment I received The Call last October was one of the best of my life. It represented the culmination of everything Iâ€™d worked for so long to achieve. Just one short phone call changed my life in so many ways.
But in so many other ways, everything stayed the same. I went back to the day job, I did the laundry, cleaned the house. Kept writing.
Life rolls on.
But every so often, I take a baby step forward on the road to publication. I have a deadline to meet, or I get an email or a phone call that reminds me all over again â€“ Hey, Iâ€™m a published author!
I signed my first contract. My husband took my picture. It was pretty exciting.
I received my first check. They paid me! I made a color copy of the check before I put it in the bank.
I got my cover copy. Brilliant! I wouldnâ€™t change a word. Hey, thereâ€™s my name!
Oh, and I met my first deadline. Whew. Iâ€™m home free, now!
Spoke too soon. I got my first set of editor notes. Yikes. Now what?
I made that deadline, too. I rock! Sort of. Now I wait to see if my editor is happy.
Sent in the proposal for Book Two. Woo hoo, accepted!
Then I saw my first book listed on Amazon. Wow. No cover image yet, no description, nothing but the name of my book and an ISBN number â€“ and my name. Iâ€™m the Author. Itâ€™s not much to get excited about, right? But I cried. And laughed. And told my whole family and my friends â€“ who all immediately pre-ordered five copies each and forced their friends to do the same.
I sent in my author photo. Do I really look like that? I should have used more product on my hair. Can you fix those wrinkles?
Then yesterday, on my birthday, I saw my book cover for the first time. My book cover. It was surreal to see someone elseâ€™s notion of what image and design will best sell your book. I stared at that cover for hours. Itâ€™s absolutely nothing like I imagined or expected it would be. (A good friend admonished me that from now on, I am never to set expectations of what my book cover will look like. Good advice.)
I love my book cover. Itâ€™s beautiful. Itâ€™s warm and charming and funny and sinister. Itâ€™s colorful and perfect for the market. It makes me happy. It makes me feel like a published author. Somebody pinch me.
That was yesterday.
Today, Iâ€™m back at the day job. Must remember to stop at the market after work. And Iâ€™ve got to call my mom. Pay some bills. Life rolls on.
But now Iâ€™ve got a book cover. And an Amazon page. I canâ€™t wait to take the next step!