On Thursday night I inadvertently convinced my husband that someone had died. What else is he suppose to think when I pick up my phone, check my e-mail, and then start bawling my eyes out? It took me handing him the phone before he understood my emotional breakdown.
You see, after receiving some bad news at the doctor's office Wednesday (we're officially suffering a miscarriage) I did the only thing I could to cope...I planted myself in my computer chair, applied myself to making one last round of edits to "Sail My Oceans", creating a one-page synopsis, and formatting a query letter. I sent it Thursday evening. That same night I received an e-mail from the publishing company. I figured it was the standard, "We received your submission. Please give us blah blah amount of time to look it over." When I opened it, I saw it was addressed specifically to me.
Oh, that's a nice extra touch. They actually put your name in the standard acknowledgment e-mail. But then I read further...
"We would be happy to publish-" <--I read those six words a few times before I realized what I was looking at. That's when I started to cry. I think I continued crying off and on for about two hours. When I e-mailed them back telling them I was happy to accept a contract with them, I was good and stuffed up from crying.
I have no idea if the title will stay the same. I have been informed that my projected release date is in July. I just know that such good news couldn't have come at a better time. I'm a firm believer in karma, and that everything bad has to be counteracted by something good. I'm not happy we've lost our pregnancy, nor do I think this is a good counter balance to that fact; but I'm certainly thankful that something happened to help me deal with such bad news.
The other writers from the publisher have already welcomed me with warm smiles and open arms. They've been super nice, super funny, and super supportive to the new kid on the block. They're also all super talented. If you want something to read, I highly recommend checking out the ladies at Evernight Publishing! My new sisters armed with pens. ~ D. F. Krieger