When I was ten I wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid. And I asked Santa for it. Over and over again. I sat on more than my share of Santa laps that year. I was determined to get that doll.
And thanks to my sister, I got it. *waves at Lori*
Or was it Santa? Hmm.
Since that magical Christmas I haven't asked for much, just some clothes here or there or a pair of super cool boots. (One can never have too many super cool boots)
And then a few years ago when friends and family asked, "What would you like for Christmas?" there was only one thing I wanted.
Well Christmas came a bit early for me this year.
I still have to remind myself that it's true, someone really does want to publish my book.
My husband also has to remind me. Whenever I find myself drooling over other author's success stories he patiently waits for me to finish and then he hits me over the head with something slightly heavy (he doesn't want me to get a headache or anything) and says, "You do realize you got a book deal, right?"
So what do I want this year?
Does anyone know of a store that carries that?
Cause now that my dream is no longer of the pipe variety I've lost a bit of faith. Faith in myself, faith in my writing. Faith faith faith. I am without it.
I've been avoiding my WIP like it's contagious. I find every other word I type is either ridiculously cliche or spelled wrong. My dictionary widget is so tired it takes a second or two to appear on my screen. I know it's also wondering how I got a book deal.
And my revisions haven't even arrived yet!!
Perhaps I need to visit Santa again.