Receiving the cover to my debut novel is weird. I didn't anticipate how odd it would be. When I first opened the attachment from my publisher, I had to step away from the computer for awhile and simply breathe. In. Out. BREATHE.
For a few years now, I've had the characters of Grace Dupont and Jonathan Alexander in my head. I've created their world--deleted their world--and recreated it. I know them intimately. Seeing the artist's interpretation of them, blew my mind.
Then I thought, "This is it. It's really happening. My dream is tangible and alive."
More breathing exercises occurred. A few emails were sent out to my inner circle with the cover attached. Ten hours later I posted it on Facebook.
I'm such a newbie. After writing stories since the age of nine and having a career as a journalist, you'd think I'd be more savvy than this--more sophisticated. Nope.
This entire process is amazing. I love being an author. I love writing and creating. I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. Seriously. I get giddy just thinking about it. At the end of the day, I'm just a lucky lady living her dreams. Why wouldn't I be giddy?
I only hope that I feel like this for every cover to come. Being excited, giddy, and awestruck is what life's all about!