10/13/2010

Back at Home


It’s been a surreal two days. After ten years of writing, never knowing if anything more would come of it than a sense of having accomplished writing a novel, I found myself in meetings with Bethany House, my publisher, at the their offices in Minneapolis. It was an awesome time of getting to know the people who are handling my book. Walking through the offices, with paintings of many of their book covers adorning the walls, I again felt humbled and amazed.

I knew so many of those books. Read so many of them in ages past. To be numbered among those authors is just beyond my wildest imaginations. And the people! Their friendliness put even introvert me quite at ease. I met so many who could be my friend on a purely social level.

I talked with people about cover design and marketing. I met with editors to discuss the book that is finished and the book that is in progress. I met the woman who dealt with my contract and Julie Klassen, Bethany House editor and author, who I knew only via an email loop—and from reading her book! I even did a podcast interview and took author photos!

Everywhere I turned I could again see the amazing hand of the Lord in this journey, even in the parts that stretched my comfort zone. There will be more stretching to come, I know. But after two days of business clothes and meetings, I’m definitely ready to be back home in my blue jeans, sitting in my comfy chair, computer in my lap, creating stories. And I’m pretty sure my husband and boys are glad to have me back there, too.

6 comments:

Just Plain Tired said...

Sounds like your on your way! Good to hear how nice they were to you.

Mary DeMuth said...

wooooohooooooooooooo!!!

Richard Mabry said...

It's a culture shock, isn't it? So happy for you.

Tamika: said...

How exciting!! Congratulations:)

Anne Mateer said...

Thanks, y'all! I'm so grateful to have friends that can rejoice with me!

Patti Lacy said...

Praise God, Anne! I'm SO glad it went well and thought about you several times while you were gone and I was pounding away at the keys.

Blessings, dear one.
Patti