If you haven't heard from my mama yet (I'm sure you will), a big thing happened yesterday.
I sold a book to Clarkson Potter, the cookbook division of Random House.
This came about because of the New York Times article in march. A NYC literary agent contacted me, said do a proposal, essays with recipes, and so I did.
The writing again, after 2 years away, felt great.
My proposal, 88 recipes from my good friend and cook Dixie, with sample essays and such, went out to editors last Thursday, and on Tuesday, the TWO-YEAR anniversary of the B.T.C., it sold.
Now I have 9 months or so to write the whole thing; it's slated for spring 2014 publication. I don't get any money for a couple months; they pay in 4 installments; the money has to be split among my agent, a photographer, taxes, Dixie, and me, plus a couple little amounts for some other key people. So I am far from quitting my day job :)
But it feels great. It feels unbelievable. I have written 2.5 novels and never even gotten people to read them. Selling a book before it's even written? Phenomenal. It feels like a gift, and a responsibility, and destiny, and other big things.
But most of all, it just feels like fun.
Thanks to my hubby for this sweet post that made me get a little teary.
Also, here's a pic of the kids this morning.
Delivering a wedding present.
3 weeks ago