Months ago, I submitted an essay, “The Perfect Pair of Sunglasses,” for possible inclusion in an upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul book. I wasn’t sure if I had what it took to get accepted as a writer since the majority of my professional career was spent as an editor (a very good editor!), but I gave it my best shot…and it was accepted…with one tiny word change! What a boost to my writer’s self-confidence!
Once I knew the book was finalized I shared my good news about being published with my family and friends, and I put a button on the right-hand side of my blog home page
trumpeting the news letting everyone know that the book was available for pre-order through Amazon. I want to thank you (and you all know who you are) for your support. You encourage me. You listen to my story ideas and silly meanderings. You talk me up when I’m feeling not so confident. And I love you for your friendship and support.
I am still pinching myself that my essay is a small part of a best-selling series of books! Whee!! I keep turning to pages 112-114 in the book to look at my words. And my name. Yikes! I’ve been writing regularly for the past 18 or so months to positive reviews and comments, and my blog has become a source of information and amusement to many, but there’s something about seeing my name in an honest-to-god book that makes me believe I am a writer.
Hello, world! I’ve officially added the word “writer” to my description of myself!
My daughter Tory was at our local Barnes & Noble last evening looking for her latest read; she consumes books the way I used to eat potato chips, fast! Not too long after Tory reached Barnes & Noble I received a text message from her. The message?
“Omg!” with this photo attached:
proving that I can still Wow my daughter, if only on occasion!