I'm feeling good about it, generally. There's something about having one's creative work recognized by an official source that is, shall we say, amazing. I have been waiting so very long. Since 2003, when I decided that I was going to try to be a writer, I've been developing my craft, never knowing if I was cut out for this business. I've had only faith to keep working and hope to sustain me. I've faced doubt and frustration. I've faced raised eyebrows and concerned comments from people I know who wanted to help me and tried to dissuade me; it hurt the most when the ones I loved did it.
Now, after seven years, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all. After seven years, a stranger wants to give me money for my time. After seven years, a publisher has written, "... this is an excellent story with great pacing, atmosphere and character development with an unexpected but completely satisfying end." I assure you that these are tears of joy on my face.
More details will follow as the publication date nears.
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