After years of work, revisions, rejections and a fair amount of self-doubt, my first novel is in my hands; thanks to my fantastic publisher, KOMENAR Publishing.
Reading through The Love We All Wait For this morning, it struck me that it's no longer "my" novel. The characters I know intimately, but they're their own people now. It's like watching my daughter grow up, become her own person. And the story, while I wrote it, is also something else, now. A separate entity that has little, if anything, to do with me.
Aside from my own experience of satisfaction, there's the excitement of friends, family, even perfect strangers. Imagine, your child waving your first book in the air in the middle of the school yard, and screaming at the top of her lungs, "My mom's a published author!" Her classmates and their parents cheering their congratulations and throwing their arms around you. You can't buy this, or even write it. You just feel it.