I was having THE WORST day earlier today. After grumbling and making everyone, including myself miserable, I decided to remove myself from the house and take a walk to the mailbox to cool off.
I opened #10, to find the usual junk mail, Ben's Sports Illustrated magazine, bills and a white plastic type envelope addressed to me.
It was from my publisher. Tate Publishing. I stopped breathing. I closed the door to #10, removed my keys and proceeded to slowly make my way home.
How does one react in these once in a lifetime situations? Is there a protocal? Should I run and jump and knock on every door telling everyone that my book came?
I wasn't sure. Deciding there wasn't one, I proceeded to open the envelope. I was a bit surprised that the envelope wasn't bigger and heavier. I was expecting a manuscript type document that I was to go over and make any last minute changes.
No. It was
my book. With the picture on the front that I fought hard to have there, printed on
Natural paper like I had requested. It was perfect.
I reached my house, walked in and handed my husband, Matt, (who had been the brunt of my mood earlier) my book. He took it and grinning from ear to ear proceeded to read it and tell me how awesome it was.
And it is.
