I wondered when it would finally â€œsink inâ€.Â The whole getting published thing.
Getting the call was exciting and overwhelming, but it didnâ€™t feel like all this exciting stuffÂ was really happening to me.Â It was more like a dream about someone else, so I kept expecting to wake up.Â â€œPsyche!Â We were just messinâ€™ with you.Â Greatest practical joke evah!â€
Getting the publishing contract in the mail?Â Donâ€™t get me wrong, that meant a lot.Â I was excited and it felt legally legitimate, but itÂ still didnâ€™t feel real.
Getting a sneak preview of the cover?Â Okay, I admit.Â I almost hyperventilated over that one.Â Itâ€™s amazing to seeÂ how someone else envisions your work and converts your world into a visual.Â Â The cover is so fun and sexy.Â My publisher, Sourcebooks,Â captured the feel of the novel perfectly.
The advance check?Â Wonderful!Â IÂ did buyÂ myself a small present and joined RWA, but no, that wasnâ€™t the moment it sank it.
ItÂ struck me as real, whenÂ a friend informed me, off-hand, that my first novel is now available for pre-order on Amazon.Â Â I immediately searched for â€œOlivia Cunningâ€ on AmazonÂ andâ€¦ there it was.
My novel â€“ Backstage Pass.
Listed on Amazon.com.
For sale!Â It has an ISBN and a page count and a publication date and everything.Â Seriously?Â Wow!
Iâ€™m not sure why that was my trigger.Â Maybe because itâ€™s so public and when I go to Amazon and search again, itâ€™s stillÂ there.Â Â That means this has to be real.Â Right?
I canâ€™t wait to hold the actual book in my hands.Â I better stock up on tissues and small paper bags.