My life does not move in straight lines. There’s never a short shot between Point A and Point B. Ever. It looks more like this:
No matter what I do or how I prepare before I leave Point A, I still have to get through the curve ball, the zigzag, the yarn tangle, and the loops of doom before I reach Point B. At 39, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. Nope. I fight it. I cry and complain every time there’s an unexpected plot twist.
But lately I’ve been thinking it’s time for a change. Maybe it’s time for me to learn to relax; to learn to enjoy the convoluted journey. Maybe life, a full, good, happy life, is all tangled up in the snarls and loops and knots. Maybe getting there really is half the fun.
With that in mind, I want to share something with you. This is the new and finally final cover of my first book, The Uncovering. I love it. Really.
It has been a twisty, tangled journey. But here we are. The books are shipping out. In a few weeks, I’ll be holding one of them in my hand. The book. My book. My real, actual, paper and ink book. *Sigh*
It hasn’t been a short, straight shot between getting the offer from MP, my publisher, to actually seeing my book on the shelves, but it’s been an interesting one. I’ve learned a lot and I’m looking forward to what I’ll learn next. To the messiness of it. To the rumpled parts. To the double-backs and parts I never saw coming. And now, when there’s more craziness, I’m going to stop, yell “Plot Twist!” and then just move along.
I hope I’ll see you on the road.