I got “The Call” last February 12th.
I ran in to pick my kids up from preschool and got back out to the car and saw that I had a message. It was from Rachelle. And she had an offer on my book.
So, I dilly-dallied for a few hours, ran some errands, drove home, checked my email and eventually got around to calling Rachelle back. Um, kidding. I dialed the phone before I had even buckled my seatbelt.
A real, live offer. And a real, live publisher wanted to publish it.
Oh, and, by the way, would it be possible to see a complete manuscript by mid-April?
Mid-April? Like April 2010?
I quickly did some calculations. That gave me just over 2 months to write an entire book. An ENTIRE book. Uh-huh.
But, of course, I said yes. No problem. I could easily EASILY get it done by then.
And, of course, I was lying. Writing a whole book in two months is a nearly impossible feat. But, if I had an offer, I was going to try.
I hung up the phone and called my husband.
He brought home ice cream cake and sparkling wine.
And I got started writing.