Even though I’ve been writing for a while and have had short stories published, I’m still a newbie to publishing. (I’m not sure when I’ll graduate from that category, or what the criteria are.) I’ve signed contracts before and killed my darlings at editorial direction. But a short story is, well, smaller. This is one of my books. It took nearly a year to write, so I can tell you I read that contract carefully even if it wasn’t open to negotiation. Especially since. It felt momentous signing it, like buying a house, irrevocable. I was making a commitment. I was finally taking that next step on the road of my career, a road I chose when I submitted Veiled Mirror in the first place.
Today I filled out the information sheet the artist will use to design my cover, and signed up for the publisher’s author group. None of this was very complicated, though I had to go back to the manuscript to find out what color my hero’s eyes were. To my dismay, I discovered I’d described them as green in one place and brown in another. (They are now consistently green.)
Now I wait to hear from my editor what my next little step in the journey is.