The road to publication is long, to be sure. From inspiration to printed page, the journey can span years. For me, the goal is growing nearer, no longer a dot on the horizon. What began as a glimmer of an idea that came to me in 2006 is now an actual book, just a few short months from hitting the shelves.
It seems I learn something new about publishing on a near-daily basis.
What I’ve just learned is that the going is slow until it isn’t.
What I mean is, the time seems to crawl along, until one day when it hits you: I will be published, soon. Everything seems to speed up, and your brain (if you’re anything like me) goes into super freak-out mode.
In less than one month, the short story I wrote for my publisher’s annual charity anthology will be out, and come December 10th, my debut novel, Life, A.D. will hit the shelves!
This. Is. Awesome.
And a bit scary.
Review copies of Very Superstitious are going out, bringing me to freak-out point number one: People I don’t know are/will very soon be reading my short story.
You’re thinking, but isn’t that the POINT of publishing?
Yes, it is.
But now that it’s actually happening, it’s a bit intimidating.
I’ve always written for more than just myself. From the start, I’ve written with an audience in mind, picturing the reader following along, and, hopefully, getting swept up in the worlds I’ve created.
And now I will actually have an audience. Large or small, a multitude or a few, people will be reading what I’ve written.
And all I can do is wait and hope. Hope that the work I’ve put in will pay off, and that the words I’ve written are satisfying and engaging. Hope that I did enough, that I won’t let my readers down, that they will fall in love with my characters like I have. Hope that my publisher was right to put their faith in me.
No pressure like the kind that’s self-inflicted, right?
But I know how lucky I am. I wouldn’t change it for the world.