Wednesday, January 28, 2009


David Arkenstone/Avalon
vanilla biscotti with raspberry syrup, mmmmm
(yesterday was the Lunar New Year!)
TAROT of the DAY:
dedicated, doggedly persistent, driven

First, allow me to say…I love JUNO BOOKS! I love POCKET BOOKS! I love SIMON & SCHUSTER! Yes, you should all go (when the weather clears and the roads are safe) to your nearest bookstore and purchase something they published. You will like it. Its okay if you’re not a regular reader, you will be fine…just turn off the TV and READ something. Let your imagination out for a change. Be empowered by your own brain, be mystified by the power of words and the magic of the story unfolding in your mind… not on the shiny light box that imagines for you.

I just received my contract—a three book deal! Official! Yay!

I always said I wouldn’t self-publish or go through vanity press because if I didn’t get a real New York publisher, it didn’t count. This counts!!!! Celebration time! Margarita’s anyone?

More seriously, or—more accurately—soberly (as 1: its early, and 2: I actually have no margaritas in the house -gasp- and there’s eight inches of snow since last evening and five-to-eight inches more expected…so I’m not going out to get any), getting the contract is only part of the job—albeit the hard part a writer actually has some control over. The next hard part is completely out of my control. Sales.

Will those dear people who read Urban Fantasy pick up my book and make that decision to purchase? Will they enjoy the story and the characters so much they will await book two and purchase it as well? And book three? Will I get a shot at more?

For twenty years I have dreamed of the real, solid, tangible contract, of those specific words, my name, my title, inked on legal-size paper sent to me from someone in New York who believes in me. For twenty years I have written and written and written… written poorly, stupidly, the wrong thing for the market, the usual tropes already overdone. Each time, I learned a little. In the last few months I learned so much MORE. There aren’t really teachers for this. Twenty years ago I sat in a senior year creative writing class…and a teacher took notice. He talked to me about what I was writing. He offered to take my story home and read it on his time. I still have that copy where he wrote on the top of the page that he was astounded by some of the imagery a high school senior had created. I’m still inspired by that feeling, that moment when a stranger said, ‘wow’ about something I wrote. That spark inside me has burned for twenty years because he encouraged me. A daunting amount of time, but a real New York publisher is taking a chance on me.

I’ve shown I am dedicated, persistent and driven like the Knight of Pentacles; now I will endeavor to remain reliable and hardworking. I cannot express how grateful I am, or how deep I will reach to prove worthy of it.

1 comment:

Laura said...


Shine on, girl! Congrats -- you deserve it!