The thrill of learning for the first time that one’s work will be published is easy to describe. Adrenaline rushes through one’s body and breathing ceases for about two seconds. When one’s autonomics recover and consciousness returns (yes, I think brief blackouts are common) the relief of air rushing through one’s lungs is dizzying. A smile plasters on one’s face and then friends, family, and pets are told, danced, and hugged. Euphoria sets in, but better yet, a sense of accomplishment inhabits the part of one’s existence where doubt and that dreaded impostor syndrome burrowed deep.
I’ve had two novellas published. Well, the second one is hopefully releasing in August. I’m very happy about that fact. I love that someone took the time to read my work, appraised it’s value, and said, “Yeah, I love it! I want to publish this.”
It’s affirmation that I’m a good enough writer; that a well respected publisher is taking the time to ensure it’s made available to anyone who wants to read it. I really like that part.
The news of my second novella’s acceptance came at a time when I had to hear some good news, or I think the mask of strength and sanity that I’ve attempted for the past 22 months would crumble. Yes, even during a major life changing event, having another manuscript accepted is amazing! It’s like Demerol kicking in during labor. The pain is still there, but you don’t give a sh*t because you are feeling soooo goood. Weee!
*Really, who looks this good during labor?!!*
Anyway, I’m happy to say I’m back and I hope to be a bit more bloggishly interesting this time around. It’s cathartic, at least writing this bit was, and I should do it more often…I have no Demerol around. *wink, wink*