It was an incredible moment having my first book, Tears on a Tranquil Lake, accepted for publication by Muse Publishing. It’s difficult to describe that euphoric feeling akin to other amazing firsts throughout life. A fellow author likened it to the experience of having sex for the first time with someone you truly loved. That was a close approximation.
While my mind spun and vibrated at full speed, too fast to grasp any metacognition, happy wishes from family and friends poured over me. That warm fuzzy feeling brought a perceptible thought – I was loved. An extra special thank you goes to my buddies at Savvy Authors for the way they joined together like a flash, participating in a group-hug-Snoopy-dance party. We’ve spent long hours in the semi-silent chat operating room, encouraging each other's editing, or sweating blood in writing workshops.
One of those Savvy pals asked me what I intended to buy myself as a reward/celebration to honor this milestone – tangible thought number two. It was a good idea, but what did I yearn for . . . more sleep, less email, fewer Floridian love bugs attacking my car's finish? Well . . . I've wanted a Nook, but I think Santa would like to bring me that. Then, a few days later while in my favorite plant nursery I found myself, for the third time, standing transfixed, starring wide-eyed and mouth open at their collection of hundreds of orchids. Up north, even in greenhouses, orchids don't thrive, too far outside of their tropical habitat. But these were just spellbinding . . . and expensive, enough to usually make me turn away after wistful glances. At that moment it didn't matter if I was running late to fix dinner – I was determined to select my heart's desire to mark my success. .JPG)
