I need to let y'all know where I am. No, not sitting at my desk, not broiling slowly down here in neverwinter Texas, not parked at a longitude and latitude: I mean where I am on this writing journey.
When I learned how to scrawl out whole sentences in Kindergarten, the very first thing I did was write a story. I think it was about eight pages in my Big Chief tablet, but written in pen because the roll of a ballpoint on Big Chief paper felt so delicious. The story was about two kids, a brother and sister, whose mother disappeared and they went to a magical land to find her and bring her home in time for dinner. Hot on the heels of that story was a Han Solo fanfiction (though I didn't know what to call it back then) and similar flights of fancy. So I've been doing this a long time. As far back as I can remember, I've been telling stories.
The difference lately is that I've been trying to sell the things I write, and so far that part of the adventure has included both ups and downs. Some downs I've mentioned here, some I haven't. But recently I had a little up that feels pretty important. A short story I co-wrote with Christa Paige has been contracted by Harlequin Spice Briefs and is due out next autumn. I'll set up a news item/section here on the site when I get more details.
I know that release date is whole year from now, and at first I was thinking that it would be hard to sustain this level of hell-yeah for twelve flippin months… but maybe not. See, I took a photo of the contract with my signature scrawled all over it, and I put it up on my computer's desktop. I aim to look at it every day and treat it as a road map.
This is where I am. And the view from here is pretty damn sweet.