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Thursday, November 3, 2011
8:01 PM | Posted by Maureen | | Edit Post
So, I sent off my third book for the final polish this week. The third of the Kraken’s Caribbean series, The Pirate Circus is basically out of my hands. I get one more look at it, checking for typos and the like…but for the most part…she’s free now.
Wow. What a year. Six books. Three novels, three shorts. All out there, floundering, swimming, sinking, sailing… I have no idea what will 2012 will bring. My agent has two novels in submission and we’re gonna talk next week about the numerous projects I have on my laptop at present. (Reminds me, I need to back up…)
Autumn always has me reflecting on things. It’s a gathering/harvest sort of time of the year for me. (Anything to avoid contemplating the next two months of holiday frenzy. Run away! Run away!)
Last month, at my ICD support group – interior cardio defibrillator, my personal little EMT battery powered pack in my chest… The coordinator asked all of us if we think about the anniversary of the incident that saw us with our little device.
Most don’t. I do.
Consider… 2007, April. I was doing okay. I wasn’t in the best shape mentally. I was doing really good with Weight Watchers, but there was a lot of family stuff that made life a bit harsh. Dad was failing (he passed a few months later), Sister, Last Chance, and I were on the outs in a big way… Husband’s job was looking dicey.
Then I tried to die. April 22, 2007. Changed my life.
Flash forward to April 22, 2008. I remember sitting in the hotel room in Pittsburgh, looking out at a sparkling city, having arrived at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. I was getting ready to go downstairs and meet the other aspiring authors. My first convention, my first acknowledgement of wanting to be published. (It was hard to keep my hand away from my left shoulder, where I could feel my ICD, ready for me if I needed it.)
Next April 22, 2009. Orlando…RT again. I pitched to agents and editors. Got requests, too! (Still knew my ICD was there, but not so sensitive about it.)
April 22, 2010. Columbus…RT was over, I was on the way home. I’d pitched again…and one of those pitches was to Saritza Hernandez, who would offer me representation a few months later. (Wandered around Columbus not paying attention to my scar.)
April 22, 2011. Los Angeles, RT. I was signing postcards for my e-books. The next day, signing the print editions of The Kraken’s Mirror. (If asked about the scar, just told my story.)
April 22, 2012? RT will be in Chicago and early that year…I’ll be home after another convention by the 22nd, probably still unpacking and trying to figure out where to put all the stuff I brought home.
What a wild last few years!
It’s autumn, six months from my April anniversary, but this is the time of the year for thoughtful reflection. April is crazy for me, I barely think about anything but RT on this month! I think about who I am and how far I’ve come in Autumn.
We all have those dates. The dates that live in infamy…but they aren’t always a pivot point for failure. Even those that frighten us the most can, in the end, be our biggest rocket fuel. The death of a loved one, the birth of a child…the day we found out we had cancer…or are clear of cancer. They can carry equal weight. Though we tend as a society to dwell more on the dark moments.
But like what we write, those dark moments are necessary to illuminate the bright and are often the substantial kick in the ass our characters need to get their acts together and live.
It worked that way for me. Though I never wish such a drastic boot in the ass for anyone!
Really, pay attention and learn from the slap on the cheek, not the gun in the gut! Let the almighty, the great guru, whatever you believe in, communicate with the cheek tap…not the boot in the butt. Listen! Trust me, it’s easier to just listen and pay attention to the small stuff then to get the stuffing kicked out of you!
So! What is your date? Or the date of your character if you don’t want to share too much…
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