March 29, 2011
Okay, I told you I would share my writing journey and wow, what a ride this is.
Key in ignition: A publisher accepts my novel, Jewel of Ramstone.
Turn the key: Sign the contract and start plowing through the paperwork.
Full speed ahead: My hair looks like it does in those shampoo commercials while it blows in the wind, (I have a convertible in my pretend world.)
Tune into country music: Singing at the top of my lungs, I press a little harder of the pedal to beat a yellow light. Checking my GPS, I take the first turn into the neighborhood of editors, proofreaders, and cover artists.
Slam on my brakes: And again, a publisher jumps into my path. Luckily, I have quick reflexes.
Said publisher sticks a ticket under my windshield wiper: Wait! That's not a ticket--it's a contract for my other book, Basket of Hope! (No, I am not kidding.)
I rev up my engines: Yeah, like in the fifties movies. Brrm … Brrumm.
I wave to my fellow Wench Writers: Nic, Rain and Pamela all hop in my convertible. (We're screaming like maniacs and pouring champagne on each other by now.)
I peel rubber: Gripping the steering wheel with a huge smile on my face, I listen to my wenches sing to the blaring radio. (Seeing as I am writing this, I just decided to add a hot guy for each of us--Jac, Galeron, Blake and Iain.) Um… this convertible is getting crowded.
This is just the beginning of the journey, and I'm not slowing down. If the authorities pull me over for speeding, I'll just edit that part out of my story. I am a writer after all.