There is a special thrill that comes with being one of the first people to read a good book. Today I read part one of the C.O.W. manuscript, that is Children Of Wrath. As I read along it got better and better, and I grinned from ear to ear. I am going to take these words from the page and turn them into a book that people will hold in their hands. Every time I do that, it blows me away. Yes, I’m an indie author and publish my own books as well, but this is something else, something I enjoy even more.
This morning I was a writer, trudging through another round of edits and realizing I have to add another scene. Writing today was like juicing a rock.
This afternoon, though, I put on my publisher hat, a jaunty chapeau with a wide brim. This is my element, a work of joy, and I am grateful the Creator and the creators for my place.