Well, of course my big news this week is that my book is published. Actually published.
Yes, self-published, or as I’ve learned is a more accurate term — Independently Published. (In case you missed it, you can go to my book page here.)
I noted last week that, in my mind, until I get to the finish line (published work) I haven’t really done anything. (Click here to read about celebrating milestone accomplishments.)
Well, I made it to the finish line.
And it hit me, almost knocked me over in fact and actually did bring me to tears, as I was updating my book’s webpage with a link to Kobo and I clicked the “Preview now” button.
I was able to read the first chapter of my book, this story I’ve worked on and fussed over for the past 18-months was there. That made it real like never before.
There was something very surreal in that moment.
It was the realization that my work is out there, that it’s not just for me anymore.
And then I clicked the “Preview” and my book loaded. There it was. My character, my novel (the story I wrote!).
It was one of those surreal moments of accomplishment, relief, euphoria, and absolute satisfaction, one of those moments you almost can’t describe.
It’s like seeing your child for the first time. One second he’s in your womb, the next moment he’s in your arms. There’s no way to adequately explain the power of the moment. But I think you know what I mean.
This whole thing is like having a child in another way too. It’s like being a mother who adores her child and wants everyone to notice how great he is. Some people may think he’s amazing, but some people may think he’s nothing special.
She’s got to be okay with that.
For me, as much as I’d love for everyone to love my book, some may, some may not.
I never really believed I’d be okay with that, but somehow I do now.
Maybe it’s because I did what I said I wanted to do. I reached my goal. I’ve written and published a novel. Will it get good reviews? How many will I sell? Who’ll play the lead role in the movie? : )
But for now…
For the moment, this wondrous moment, none of that matters.
It’s like finishing a marathon with a very slow time. It doesn’t matter. I crossed the finish line.
Time to celebrate? Definitely.
Do you know what I’m talking about? If you’d like to share a wondrous moment I’d love to hear it in the comments.
Click here to read a short synopsis of A Song for Jessica. Available for pre-order now!