Just signed the contract for this manuscript. I think it’s #8 but I admit I’m losing track. (That makes me snicker in amazement, that I’ve actually lost track of titles sold.)
This never gets old. I still get a rush every time I get the notification email. Every single time, I light up like a roman candle!
In the last month, I’ve gone through some major changes. I’ve suffered panic attacks and anxiety and wondered what the hell I was doing…and then I get an acceptance email and none of that matters.
I don’t have a job? So what! I’m being published!
A job is just income. Seeing my words in print, knowing that a publisher has faith in what I write, realizing that people I don’t know will read my stories… It’s incredible. It makes me feel like someone. I’ll never leave children behind, but my stories will live on somewhere. Readers will remember me. It’s the only legacy I have, and it’s enough.