The package arrived and in eagerness, I asked my boy to help me open the box. I was anxious to see the contents of my first novel. I had seen it on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Others had already started reading and responding to the story with positive reviews. But, I wanted the moment to come when I would turn the pages to my own novel, Always Connected.
I had worked on this novel for over two years and finally decided to publish this summer. However, I knew that reading it for the billionth time in my own home on my computer wasn’t going to be the same as when it was done, completed, and finished.
So as my ten year old son pulled out the scrunched up paper from on top of my copies, I saw the cover, designed by my niece, Kayla Montemayor, a Senior at Clovis East High School. Kayla is a gifted artist and when I told her about the story and my ideas, she designed the perfect cover. Her design captured the essence of the story, a young woman meeting her father for the first time in twenty-six years. The picture said it all.
What did it feel like to open my own novel? Amazing! Pure and simple. I looked at the names in my dedication and acknowledgment pages and marveled at how special these people were to me through this experience. Something that had taken me so long was now locked into the pages of this new, fresh memory. It was captivating to look at the pages and see my name throughout the book and realize that I’m now a published author.
But really, I’m still the same exact person I was even before writing the novel.
What do I mean, you say? Well, I never wanted to publish a novel for the fact of blowing up my ego a million times or to brag about what I had accomplished. The love of writing is the reason why I wrote the novel and the feeling I get after I write something which no one else on earth can write in the same way. The fact that my ideas and thoughts are solely mine and embedded in these pages is enough for me. I think most aspiring writers would agree.
And so, life continues as I head toward future novels, some of which I have already started to write. The feeling of opening the pages of my first novel was awesome. Nothing will ever replace that single memory. I also know that without a doubt when I open the page to another brand new novel which I’ve written, I will experience this same feeling once again and it will never get old. Never.