On Friday August 28th, I started reading my e-mail as I normally do, around 5:30 a.m.. That was when I saw the email from the editor at The Wild Rose Press. I opened every email in my in-box except that one. And I finally told myself to stop being a chicken and open the e-mail, if she's passed on the novella then so be it.
I think I read the opening paragraph five times before my brain believed what it said. She wanted to buy my book. I wanted to jump up and down, scream and yell. But I couldn't I was at work and no one knew I was also a writer.
I read the editors entire e-mail, she asked for some revisions and wanted to go to contract if I was willing to do the revisions. I emailed the editor back and told her yes, I would do the revisions and I was happy to become one of The Wild Rose Press authors.
Then I shot off emails to my critique group to let them know I'd sold a book. I had to wait until after 7:30 a.m. to tell my mother, and I called my sister at work and told her I'd sold a book.
It was such a good feeling to tell people who believed in me all this time I'd sold a book.
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When I got the first email from LSB, I totally jumped up from my chair and squeeed. Then called everyone and no one was home. At that time my mom didn't know what I wrote. But I needed to tell someone so I called her, bouncing in my kitchen like I was six and Santa had come twice.
Every writer should have that feeling.
You're right, Jenna every writer should have that feeling, not matter what.
Thanks for stopping by.
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