Line edits are in. And even better, I feel great about the book. As I warned my editor and agent, I'm sure it won't be long before I have my head stuck in a barf bag, completely convinced that I've written crap. But today I'm pretty darn sure that I've created something beautiful--something that I'm proud to give to the world.
As my manuscript heads off to copy editing, I wave like a mom sending her kid off on the school bus for the first time. Watching it go, I can't help but think of where it has been. One year ago I was 2 weeks away from resending the newly revised version back to Michelle Wolfson. I had no idea what she would think of it. I must have been nervous, but all I can remember was the excitement and wonder. I day dreamed of what my future might hold.
Fast forward one year later and I have the agent and I have the editor that I dreamed about. I'm approximately one year away from having Touching the Surface be a book--525,600 minutes to be exact. But how do I measure a year?
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I measure mine by the anticipation, by how many of those 525,000 journeys excite me. The prize isn't at the end--the gift is the present. Don't rent your life--own it!