|this is me a few months ago... |
i may not look quite this cheerful today...
This is me.
This is me, out on submission.
This is me, feeling somewhat like crap for the past month+ compounded by the writerly fear that I will never be (traditionally) published again.
This is me,
disillusioned (how can it be THIS hard the (effing) third time around?! WTF?!?!).
This is me,
looking less like her up there (*points up*)
and more like my favorite facebook sticker Mobile Girl, MiM:
|isn't she adorable?*|
Today is five years since the sale of THE PULL OF GRAVITY to the extraordinary Frances Foster.
|Five years ago today...|
Five years since I officially became a to-be published author, fancy PW announcement and all.
There are others who work faster, get more deals, have more sales.
So be it. They are there.
I am here.
This is what you must know: there's not a moment of it I take for granted.
Not one moment I'm not
so fucking* grateful:
for the two books that sit on my piano in my living room,
|why yes, I did leave my 10K swim plaque|
up there for all of you to see...
for the editors who have taken my stories on so far, believed in them and nurtured them,
|the awesome Elise Howard...|
for the teachers, librarians and booksellers who have invited me in to their classrooms, libraries and stores, giving me the chance to connect with my readers, which is EVERYTHING.
and, mostly for the readers, who seek out my stories, or read them because they have to but fall in love with them anyway, and who take the time to put up reviews or send me notes, which mean the world to me.
|Seriously, is this not the best?!|
|okay, okay, wait! This one!!! ;)|
So, if I am frustrated and doubtful and angsty, I am also endlessly permanently lucky and grateful, and just wanted to take a moment of blog time to say so.
As always, thanks for stopping here and taking the time to read.
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled programming, and the internet glut of content that is late 2014.
*sorry, sometimes you just have to.