I read somewhere not that long ago that just because you finished your book doesn’t mean your day is done, and that waiting for the thundering hordes to knock down your door with barrels of gifts and praise is not wise.
If there is one thing I have learned thus far as a new author, it is that this has most definitely proven to be true. Writing “The Mayonnaise Murders” has been one of the biggest thrills of my literary life because I was writing the story that I wanted to write. Not what any one of my long list of newspaper editors wanted me to write, or what I was required to write for any particular client. This one was mine.
Whenever anything is your own creation you have all the highest hopes and dreams. Even though you know intellectually that the chances for your creation to receive even the slightest of of attention from readers may be slim when it is competing against thousands and thousands of so many other titles from so many other better known authors, and even lesser-known authors who, quite frankly, may have written a better book than yours, you still have that nugget of warmth in your gut that you protect fiercely because it is that warmth that keeps you believing that one day is gonna be your day, and when that day comes…
And then sometimes you just know when you have something special. That feeling doesn’t come often, but when it does? Never, never, ever doubt it.
And hang on.