There isn't that much to tell . . . you know how once you begin writing seriously you have all those fantasies about The Call? Well, I didn't get The Call. I got The Email.
It was still pretty cool, though.
Last Friday, I went to dinner with the DH and the Monsters. Dropped by the movie store, rented a couple of DVD's, hit WallyWorld for a few items. Came home. Watched television. Decided right before bed to check my email.
Saw Jessica Bimberg's email address in my inbox. Thought, "Here it is . . . another rejection for the file."
Open the message. Read:
I absolutely loved What Mattered Most and I'm happy to offer you a contract . . .
No screaming, no jumping, no crying, like I'd expected. More of a "Oh, wow, this is cool . . . it's not a rejection!"
Walked into the living room, grinned at the DH, said, "I sold." His reply, "You're kidding." Monster #1 immediately starts writing his own book while DH and I talk about the contract and company and stuff.
So. There's the story of my The E-Mail moment. All the nitty gritty details. I've signed the contract and mailed it, so I guess it's 99% official . . . soon I'll be published with Samhain Publishing.
More details to come . . .