I’m quite terrible at it, actually. In celebration of this contract, I couldn’t think of anything to do! Writers who live in their heads have a hard time with actually doing things. We’d rather sit back and watch, then write about it. It’s the flip side of being a novelist. We’re much cooler in our own heads. I’m not joking–the mild mannered writer you see before you is much different than the woman who vaults through my mental space.
I’ve signed about a dozen contracts so far, so putting my Jane Hancock down isn’t anything brand new, but Harlequin has been my goal for years now, so this contract ought to be celebrated.
A friend came over the day after I signed and mailed it off. We had popcorn and watched our kids play. As a mom, celebrating is just so much less glitzy than before a child!
But that didn’t seem quite enough. So I made chicken wings. I love chicken wings! It’s the kind of understated novelist celebration that happens around here. A deep sigh of content and a pan of chicken wings… cut off the bone for the four year old across from me.
Homemade and delicious!
Congratulations and happy celebrating!! My thought on celebrating anything special is that we should take those opportunities to revel in those glorious moments. To that end, I believe people should happily celebrate those moments as often and as many times as they need!
By the way, as someone who was also raised vegetarian, I, too, occasionally find contentment in chicken wings.
Yes, I agree–if I won’t celebrate it, who will? 🙂 And I’m glad that chicken wings hit the happy spot for you, too. All that sauce… Straight to the pleasure center!