You know how it's virtually impossible to outgrow the belief that if you work hard enough, your big dreams will come true? Well finally, I'm living proof that waiting for the dream can be, sometimes, not hopeless.
As you who know me can confirm, I have been waiting forever to get a manuscript I've written accepted. I even wrote a romance novel, not my first choice as I'm a literary snob (but only a bit). And last week a new imprint of Adams Media called Crimson Romance bought my paranormal romance, Smitten Image. It's an e-press edition, with print-on-demand, and will be up and running in June. And yes, I will be letting EVERYONE I know the details on how to access my tiny wee babe that took its first steps into the scary, new world. As my daughter Kate continually drones, electronic publishing is the future. But... I'm a tried and true librarian. And stubbornly have loved books since I could gnaw and drool them into mush with my toothless baby gums! Oh, that yummy papery taste...
Like old school paste. (Which, in elementary school, became somewhat of an eating disorder for me.) Can't you remember how good paste used to smell? And how, while smearing that lumpy guck on your construction paper with your fingers, occasionally you had to just sort of take a bite? No? (Well, I'd never tell 'cause, like, I'm the last person to point a sticky finger!)
My point is, I so love books and libraries and the smell and feel and turning of a page. And will forever collect paper books. But... in keeping with the times, it's evolutionary survival, as always. Hence, this declaration of the birth of my first published book, a strange little electronic alien, digital, able to fly through the ether as zero's and one's and magically turn into words on techno reader gadgets.
Is it my dream as I always envisioned? No. But let me tell you, I ain't complaining one itty, bitty byte!