Humor me, please? I've been gearing up for this day for a long, long time. I'm going to share my good news with all of you by way of this story:
She sat at this gathering of writers, held in a publisher's building, listening with rapt attention as the owner of the publishing company described the process they go through when selecting a book to publish from their many submissions. "This would be a good fit for me," she thought, and a warm cloak of rightness settled over her.
One year later she sat on her old, beat up blue sofa and opened her poor laptop. She had to twist the cable left and right until it registered it was plugged in, then she checked her email.
There it was. Sitting in her inbox, waiting for her, was the email that would settle her question once and for all. Would it be acceptance, or another kindly worded rejection? Did she have the courage to click it and find out?
"Come on, girl," she thought. "Nothing is worse than not knowing." And with a deep breath, she clicked.
And read, "Dear Cheri,
My name is Shersta, and I am Acquisitions Editor at Cedar Fort. After a careful review of your manuscript, The Peasant Queen, I am excited to tell you that we would like to publish your book."
"Oh, God," she said, "thank You!"