Last year on May 5th, I came home from a tiring night at the studio after teaching Beginning Yoga and staying for Tai Chi. I checked my email and opened an email titled Sand Sifters. It said "I just finished reading your novel, THE SAND SIFTERS, and I really enjoyed it! Sulis and Kadar are great protagonists, and you’ve built an incredibly rich, original world. I’d love to set up a time to chat with you about this book and your planned sequel, as well as the Harper Voyager Impulse program."
My husband was taking the trash out and I ran outside with the laptop and made him read the email.
"Is it real?" I demanded as we looked wide-eyed at each other. "It can't be real. I thought I was rejected last year!"
I spoke with my editor on May 9th, my 16th wedding anniversary and it did become a reality. Much happened since - the name changed to Desert Rising. We kept the Yoga Studio going through a lawsuit and loss of popular teachers, until the lease was up in March. I wrote The Obsidian Temple as a sequel and did professional edits on both novels. The digital version came out and I went to C2E2 in Chicago to promote it.
Last night a dream came true for me - I held my own paperback book in my hands and riffled through it. My name was on every page. The Dedication and acknowledgements pages were exactly as I had envisioned them on those lonely days when I was only writing for myself, without hope that anyone would ever read my wondrous tales. The digital version came out April 21st, but having it download on the Kindle did not provoke the same visceral satisfaction that holding the paper copy gave me.
My husband was taking the trash out and I ran outside with the laptop and made him read the email.
"Is it real?" I demanded as we looked wide-eyed at each other. "It can't be real. I thought I was rejected last year!"
I spoke with my editor on May 9th, my 16th wedding anniversary and it did become a reality. Much happened since - the name changed to Desert Rising. We kept the Yoga Studio going through a lawsuit and loss of popular teachers, until the lease was up in March. I wrote The Obsidian Temple as a sequel and did professional edits on both novels. The digital version came out and I went to C2E2 in Chicago to promote it.
Last night a dream came true for me - I held my own paperback book in my hands and riffled through it. My name was on every page. The Dedication and acknowledgements pages were exactly as I had envisioned them on those lonely days when I was only writing for myself, without hope that anyone would ever read my wondrous tales. The digital version came out April 21st, but having it download on the Kindle did not provoke the same visceral satisfaction that holding the paper copy gave me.
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