This time last week, I was still in a tizzy trying to wrap my head round my first manuscript acceptance. Yesterday I signed my debut novel contract after spending 3 days reading through it. Now that I have officially been welcomed as an author with my publishing house, it’s starting to feel more real.
When I was a 20 year old university student in the midst of writing a children’s fantasy novel (which has now been trunked), my dream was to have a novel out with a publisher by the time I reached 40. I am delighted that this goal has become a reality, a few years short of that mark, no less.
Tonight, and this weekend, I’m celebrating along with my writer hubby and our literary baby (who actually piles his dinosaur board books onto our laps for us to read to him). I will be posting more about my debut novel as it progresses.