Today, I released my first book for publication. I can't believe it. I've been writing for ten years. Ten years. I never thought this day would come.
I've written several books by now. I've submitted to hundreds of agents and publishers. I've drafted dozens of query letters, experienced the terror of pitching face-to-face with agents and editors at conferences. I've gone to countless workshops, joined writers' groups, and made a couple life-long friends along the way. But basically I've spent a lot of the last ten years with my computer and my characters.
Maybe. For years after graduating college, I woke up at 5AM to write before work. At the end of the day, I would come home and head back to my computer. I was sure that one day, all my hard work would pay off. But then something happened. About a year ago, I stopped writing. It came on gradually. So gradually, I wasn't even aware of it at first. I'm not even sure what happened. The stories were still there. The characters were waving their arms, trying to get me to notice them. But I couldn't hear them.
And so do I.
The Selkie Spell: