This started out as a pretty regular Saturday. I groggily stumbled out of bed at 8:00 am to feed the cat and dog, then went immediately back to bed. Why? Because it’s Saturday. Woke up again at the crack of 10:00 am and microwaved eggs for breakfast, then watched some latin music jam on NPR with husband.
Then it all changed.
Got home after a trip to Target for Starbucks and stuff, and what did I find in my mailbox? Only the most amazing thing ever in Katie history: the paperback proof copy of Lightbringer. Naturally, I tore into the packaging, held the book, and cried. Ten years guys, ten years. That’s how long this has been in the works. It took maybe three years of serious writing and editing to get this book, which is still, as I type, pressed to my heart.
But ten YEARS, talking about the story, formulating the idea in my mind. How does the adventure start, and when it starts, where do we go? What happens? Who are the characters? Why do I even care about them? Ten YEARS of listening to the characters evolve in my head, telling me what they want to say, how they want to say it, demanding that I don’t sensor –Lasher– them.
Now that I have the proof in my hands it’s so real, crazy, surreal, peaceful, EPIC! I want to make a living out of using words to paint you all a picture, but they’ve run dry in this moment. There’s a peaceful stillness in my soul. I did what I said I was going to do ten years ago. “I’m going to write a book.”
Then I bleep-ing did.
The words in my head right now are from Shawshank Redemption: “Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’.”