good things coming (aka those who wait)
I spent the weekend at a cabin with my very dear writer friend. We drank at least five pots of coffee and one bottle of wine and ate a lot of gummy bears. We also got sore backs and tired eyes from staring at our laptops. But it was all worth it because we were deep in the work of writing.
When I returned home, a large manila envelope awaited me. An envelope containing my first book publishing contract.
I've been writing--and taking a few similar retreats--like this for years now. And suddenly, looking at the post-it that says "Sign here," it feels like all the work, all those extra calories and abandoned housework and too much caffeine is paying off.
There's a lot more work to do today and beyond. But I'm going to have a glass of champgne first.