I signed my contract for Gypsy Shadow Publishing, filled in my tax form and put them both in the mail. It's scary stuff. I worked on writing a new author bio for them too - one where I finally admit I might really be an author. I have to do a book blurb and one-sentence summary next. I'm not sure which part of it all is scariest.
Writing the blurb is an interesting exercise. Once upon a time I always wanted to write blurbs for my stories. I imagined how the back of the book would read, a cleverly catchy paragraph perhaps, giving nothing away except for the subtlest hint. Then I started submitting to publishers and agents and learned that a real synopsis has to tell the whole tale. I struggled and groaned and trained myself not to keep secrets.
But now I'm writing a real book blurb and I mustn't tell it all or why would anyone buy it. Even naming the genre's got me asking my son for help. I can't say this, or that, or the other, or... well, never mind.
I'm still over the moon, no matter how scary it gets. Still dancing round the room. Still smiling at the silvery moon...