I am sitting here staring in wonder and joy at my book contract from Algonquin for my novel BREATHE. OK, I admit it. I was worried that even though they said they wanted the book, they might change their mind, that something would go wrong, that I would wake up and it would be a dream. But here it is, and I keep staring at it with absolute joy. Why do I do this to myself? This isn't my first novel, or even my third. Are there writers who are so supremely confident that every novel they write gets easier, every sale easier and their confidents sprouts like weeds?
I have all sorts of superstitions. I try not to tell people what my books are about while I am writing them for fear the story will vanish, or worse, someone will say, "Oh, I just read a novel about that!" I have a ritual every morning before I write. (I can't tell you what it is.) I have lucky earrings, lucky music I have to play to keep me at my desk and in the hypnotic world of the story.
Sigh. I don't know, but I do know that the contract makes it wonderfully, blissfully real. And it makes the writing on my new novel a bit easier, too.
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