I may not have had quite the morning I wanted by having to get up to work at 8am, but in other ways it was a belter.
While logging on to the company network I also checked my email. There was something important waiting or me – something rather exciting, in fact – an email from the publisher I submitted Stella to back in November. The crux of the content was that if I was prepared to make a few edits to the manuscript, they would offer me a contract.
It was a strange moment, because as I was reading the email my company logo popped up onto my screen, reminding me of my current situation, but behind it I knew was the email that held such great news.
After working, and with my mind ticking over with Stella edits, I went back to bed for an hour. I was just so tired I decided to give it to myself as a much needed treat. When I got back up, I went through the usual motions and sat down to get to work – my own work – good work.
I spent my afternoon working on Stella, making the suggested edits and teasing a different strand out of the ending. It’s not changed the story, merely defined it, and I thanked my editor for her advice when I sent the manuscript back.
My father-in-law showed up early afternoon and invited us all out to dinner in the evening. Duly accepted. We went to the Peacock Inn at Newhaven, a place my regular readers will remember as being one of my personal favourites.
I enjoyed a grilled trout meal and followed it up with a portion of their scrumptious apple crumble. We went back to my in-laws for drinks afterwards, where I sank a few tasty malts and toasted my good news.
When we got home I put the kettle on and checked my email, not really expecting my editor to have got back so soon. She had – over four hours earlier. Attached to the email was my contract to sign and a warm welcome to Eternal Press, who very soon shall be offering copies of Stella in e-book format for sale.
I can hardly wait. I’ll obviously be speaking much more about this in the next couple of days, suffice to say I enjoyed the rest of my evening. Not only have I managed to get a book that means a lot to me accepted for publication, but it means I can tick off the first goal at the top of my annual GDR plan – to have a major piece of fiction accepted for publication.