Line edits are in. And even better, I feel great about the book. As I warned my editor and agent, I’m sure it won’t be long before I have my head stuck in a barf bag, completely convinced that I’ve written crap. But today I’m pretty darn sure that I’ve created something beautiful–something that I’m proud to give to the world.
As my manuscript heads off to copy editing, I wave like a mom sending her kid off on the school bus for the first time. Watching it go, I can’t help but think of where it has been. One year ago I was 2 weeks away from resending the newly revised version back to Michelle Wolfson. I had no idea what she would think of it. I must have been nervous, but all I can remember was the excitement and wonder. I day dreamed of what my future might hold.
Fast forward one year later and I have the agent and I have the editor that I dreamed about. I’m approximately one year away from having Touching the Surface be a book–525,600 minutes to be exact. But how do I measure a year?
I measure mine by the anticipation, by how many of those 525,000 journeys excite me. The prize isn’t at the end–the gift is the present. Don’t rent your life–own it!
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