I’ve had a fair share of – unusual? – occurrences in my life. By way of example, I came down with e-Coli after a family barbecue – I was the only one of seven people to get it – and as it turns out, it may have saved my life. Without going into gruesome detail, as a result of the e-Coli infection, doctors discovered several polyps in my colon, two of which were just a few weeks shy of turning from benign to malignant. I’d had tummy troubles for several months, but it took a very serious bacteria for this to be discovered. Last fall, I had a recurring dream about my young adult novel “The Deepest Blue” and within a week of dreaming about how to fix the story, my publisher called with an offer to buy the story – a year and a half after she initially rejected it.
Well, it’s happening again.
About a week ago, I made a public declaration that I had a new goal: I wanted to be able to rely on my writing for the majority of my income within the next five years. I posted it on Facebook, I told my friends and family, and I asked for support. Most of the responses were very supportive and very positive. A few were hesitant, but attempting to be supportive. A few were, essentially, “Are you nuts?” My response to that is “Possibly, but I’m committing to this anyway.” One afternoon someone quite close to me said, “I think it’s great to have a dream, but I also think saying you will make a living at something that is this unpredictable is sketchy.” To this I replied, “I believe that God/the Universe (insert deity of your choice here) wants me to be successful.”
And an amazing thing happened.
About a month ago I contacted The King’s English, a local independent bookstore, about maybe doing a book signing when my middle grade novel “Kiss Kiss Bark” comes out. I explained this was a re-release, and I expected nothing more. This is what I got in my email a few days ago:
“Can we take pre-orders for signed copies of the new “Kiss Kiss Bark” and also feature it on our website?