My first ever stack of cover flats arrived in the mail today. All 75 of them. What an amazing thing. Seeing my name on the cover of a book and holding it in my hand, well, it feels even better than I imagined it would.
While I can’t imagine it right now, there could come a time in the future when these firsts don’t mean as much as they do now. So, in celebration of the moment, I made a vow to hold on to this excitement. To remember the shock of The Call and the tiny punch of adrenalin that hits me whenever my editor says yes to a new idea. To remember the seemingly permanent smile on my face when I saw my first cover copy and when I opened that envelope last night and held the real thing.
Parts of this business suck – the waiting, the rejection, the insecurity. All those. But the good stuff is pretty damn good.
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