|The original Flynn Sinclair|
But there are always quiet times of night when doubt begins to creep in.
This week has been a week of doubt for me. Muse's sequel was giving me problems (which I've slowly been working my way out of), and I was nervous about Red Moon's submission. I had no idea how long it would take to hear back on a requested full; I expected at least two to three months. I mean, it is a lot of writing to get through, and editors are swamped with all kinds of additional work on top of their manuscript reviews. Besides, Red Moon was a book I wrote because I wanted to read a werewolf story like it, and my DH told me that if I couldn't find it, I'd just have to write it for myself. I never expected it to go anywhere, especially not after SYTYCW.
In short, I was feeling sorry for myself.
I sat down the DH, whined quite a bit about how I didn't know if I was meant to be a writer, and with his *gentle* pep-talk, decided I had to get back on my butt and write some more. I did, and as I was able to write out another 2,000 words of A Pure Flame.
By now it was officially night in Alaska. DH took out the dog for one last potty break and I sat down again at my computer. It's become habit now to go to the Internet and open my emails, even if I don't expect to get any. But this time, there was a note waiting in my Gmail inbox from Escape Publishing.
I didn't even fully read the email. I got to the line that said, "I'm delighted to accept it for publication."
I was up out of my chair and throwing on my boots. Then I was out the door and sprinting towards the DH and the dog while laughing/crying/yelling all at the same time. DH nearly had a heart attack; his exact words were, "Are you okay? I've only been outside for two minutes..." before I slammed into his chest and explained.
Needless to say, he was pleased.
There is a ways to go in this journey, but I've taken my first steps. Like I said, God really knows when to give you a boost...