Shout out…
I was thinking today on my lunch break (which is weird; I usually try to drown myself in a good book at lunch) that this whole dream of mine that’s coming true is surrealistic. I keep trying to get myself in that “author” mind set, and I can’t. Mostly because I don’t know what that mind set is, exactly. I want to think, “Hey, I’m a published author” (complete with a wink), but I keep thinking that if I go there, it will all be taken away. I mean, who am I? I’m just some working-class chick, from working-class parents, that plugs away at an 8-6 pm job, gets up in the morning, puts on the coffee, steps over animals underfoot, spills coffee on the animals underfoot, goes to work, comes home, then dabbles on her computer at night in her own little world. Why would someone want to read what I write? Why would anyone want to get swept away in the worlds that I create?
Then I remind myself that my literary heroes, Stephen King and Nora Roberts, probably thought that way, too. They get up in the morning, make coffee, etc, etc…I may not be in the same universe as them in the vaunted halls of publishing, but I sure as hell am going to try. So here’s to you, Stephen King and Nora Roberts-thank you for inspiring a young girl who turned into a woman on the cusp of getting her first book published. You are my heroes.
