Another year has almost run its course, and a new year fast approaches. It seems that each year we look back and remember both the bad and good; and think about the opportunities yet to present themselves.
But this year is different. My new opportunity came as a Christmas email – after a decade of work and years of sending out submissions – my book series is going to be published.
Friends I tell are happy for me. My mother is proud of me. And me – I'm scared stiff!
Since I was a child, I've been teased about my planning and perpetual list making. I am not a 'spur of the moment' person. For me, half of the vacation is the preplanning.
And now I have pages of questions to answer: about me, my characters, the first book and how I think the cover should look. Now, while I'm perfectly able to answer questions about me; and I my characters and stories are a part of me – I am ashamed to admit that I never thought about what my book cover(s) should look like.
I wouldn't say I didn't believe in myself – of the quality of my work, or that a publisher would see merit in it. However, I will admit that after four or five years of sending out queries and receiving the same, short rejection – sometimes after months of waiting – I hadn't spent much time imaging a book cover. And now I do not have the luxury of mapping out the future.
So, as the year passes, my one New Year's resolution shall be to try to not spend so much time and effort in the planning of life's adventures and more in the living them.