I just submitted my first book to a publisher.
I was never planning to submit it to a publisher. I wasn’t going to take the chance of getting rejected. I was just going to go straight to self publishing.
But then, it turns out someone I’ve followed on Twitter forever actually works for a small publisher, and she thought her company might be a good fit. She encouraged me to submit, and I told her I really didn’t want to waste time waiting for a no. She promised to fast track it for me.
I kicked the idea around and decided to go for it.
And then I almost didn’t fill out the paperwork.
And then, well… and then I did.
And nothing has changed from yesterday to now, except that I submitted a manuscript. I followed through.
After I hit send, my heart just about burst out of my chest – and this time it wasn’t fear. It was joy. Pure, unmitigated, holy-shit-I-did-it joy.
No matter what happens next, no matter what they decide, I took the leap.
And it feels fan-freaking-tastic!