As I watched the closing ceremony for the 2012 Olympic games last Sunday night, I felt a small burst of panic in my chest. I wasn't worried about what I would watch on tv now that the games are over--I still have a season-and-a-half of Mad Men waiting in my Netflix queue. I became anxious about this blog post--afraid readers' eyes would glaze over at yet another Olympic analogy. When I scheduled this blog, I didn't realize the games would be over. I thought it would be easy to work everyone into that rah-rah spirit one more time. You see, right in the middle of this year's games I had my very own Olympic moment: my Harlequin Superromance debut OUT OF THE DEPTHS was released. (In my mind, I'm hearing the roar of deafening applause right now).
Like those athletes we watched, my journey to this point wasn't easy. I suffered the agony of defeat several times. My first book (which took me six months to write and six years to revise:-) was contracted by a small publisher six years ago. Four months before it was to be released, the publisher filed for bankruptcy, and took my manuscript along for the ride. It was almost a year before I got my rights back.
By that time, I had written a second book, but I was pretty gun-shy. When I finally had the courage to put my babies back out there, I received offers of contracts for them from two small pubishers within three weeks of each other. The caveat was that the first one was ebook only, while the second was ebook with print books available as print-on-demand. I was proud. I had two books published, and one I could actually hold in my hands.
But I had an even higher goal to attain.
So last week, when I walked into the Books-A-Million in my hometown and found OUT OF THE DEPTHS staring back at me from the shelf, it was that dream-come-true moment. My husband and I were giddy. I squealed. He laughed. We took pictures, not caring about the strange looks we were getting.
In my mind, I was standing on the podium, and someone had just placed a gold medal around my neck. It wouldn't have surprised me a bit if the Star Spangled Banner had come blasting through the speakers.
In years to come, when people speak of the 2012 Olympics and all the amazing stories of triumph that came out of those games, I'll swell with pride remembering my very own moment of glory.
So how about you? Give us a glimpse of that moment that was pure gold for you. For the first time here, I get to give away a copy of my new book to someone who comments (squeeeee!!!:-)