It’s Just Like Christmas!
That’s how I felt as I ripped open the box containing copies of “Tender Cuts.”
“You knew what was in the box, Jayne, so it wasn’t really like Christmas,” you may say.
“But ah,” I respond. “I was an incorrigible snooper as a child.”
The only difference is I didn’t have to fake excitement at receiving yet another gift of socks from grandma. This time the excitement was real.
And I actually cried. Me, who only cries when a pet dies. Or a loved one. Depending on how much they were actually loved. I cried as I held my words on pages I didn’t type myself. I cried because a publisher believed in these stories enough to take a chance on them.
Writing is a long, lonely slough through territory thick with brambles. It’s easy to get caught up in negativity and be tempted to give up. I’m a Taurus so I’m stubborn, but no one makes it alone. Throughout the process of writing these stories, I’ve been blessed with a generous, supportive writing community. And I am so grateful.