Thursday, January 6, 2011
Dreaming of actually ever getting to this point, I imagined I would experience many, many emotions: crazy excitement, pride, worry, fear. And I suppose I do feel, on some level, all of these things. But to be honest, the number one emotion coursing through me has actually been sort of surprising.
Mostly, I'm feeling pretty quiet. Maybe even...calm?
I assure you this sense of quiet calm does not come from any kind of knowing, as in, "Of course my book will be picked up by an amazing editor who loves it as much as I do." I wish!
I think, if I'm being honest, it comes more from a place of thankfulness.
I wrote a book I'm proud of--and finished it. I'm thankful for that.
I found an agent who, apparently, likes my book an awful lot too. I'm thankful for her (and all her hard work with no guarantee that she will, eventually, be compensated).
My book is in the arena, competing for space amongst other books sitting in editors' inbox. I'm thankful for that too.
I am grateful that I have a chance to pursue something I really want to do.
P.S. did you know that when you take a photo of yourself in PhotoBooth you have to reverse the writing--like looking in a mirror?