The title is dual-layered and slightly optimistic: I’m not quite out of the woods yet, but I have a map and I’m on the road, so I’m calling it. I can do the rest of this.
On one hand, this is about the whole book publishing thing - I’ve done the impossible, as Captain Reynolds would say, and that makes me mighty. I wrote a story. I submitted a manuscript. I accepted a contract. I survived developmental editing. And I - and many others - can now see my words, in print, behind a kick-ass cover.
There is more to come, since there are two more books in the trilogy, but I’ve proven I can do it.
On the other hand, the title speaks to a larger view of me. It’s no secret things in my life weren’t always smooth, or hopeful, or even survivable. There’s a reason this blog is called “Writing My Way Out,” there’s a reason my voice catches when I’m singing along with Eliza Hamilton: “Look at where you are, look at where you started, the fact that you’re alive is a miracle…”
Where I started this journey should have, by all rights, been the end. But it wasn’t, and now it looks like I’m just about out of those woods too.
My book (Awaken: Melody’s Song Book 1) officially released on Tuesday.
Like, I get that things like this happen all the time, people get published every day. I recognize that I’m not that special - but it felt amazing, nonetheless. I mean, I ended the day with cake and champagne, surrounded by people who love me.
And that rest of that day? It was basically a great big internet party. I have the most supportive friends and family in the world and they were sharing the news far and wide, for which I will forever be grateful.
No one does something like this alone, and I will say from now to forever that family don’t end in blood. I have the best possible family.
There’s still a road ahead.
Literally, come to think of it, since I’ll be road-tripping with my brother next week to Detroit, of all places (s5e22—‘nuff said) - and if that’s not the single most Winchester thing I’ll ever do, I don’t know what is. (Simon refuses to rent a ’67 Impala for the trip, though, and apparently a trunk full of machetes and shotguns is like, illegal? What a buzzkill. At least I have some plaid.)
But there’s a figurative road as well. I have 9 days to finish the initial edits on Asunder and get it to the publisher. Fully two of those days will be spent on the road. Half of today will be spent writing this blog. The road ahead will most likely be uphill, made entirely of marbles, and surrounded by angry wasps. But I will walk it nonetheless.
Beyond that, I’ve been working on a new project (well, two new projects) in and around everything else. ALL of my current editing energy will get turned towards those two projects as soon as Asunder gets turned in, and I hope to be up and running with them by the end of May because I’m pretty sure June is going to be full of developmental edits too.
There is not a drop of sarcasm in me when I say: Living the dream.
There’s something so powerful about being able to look forward to something - if you’ve not been down in the dark that I crawled out of, you don’t know— but if you do know, then you know how mind-blowingly important it is to be able to not only imagine a future, but imagine good things happening in it.