I’ve been published!
Well, it’s not what you think.
But here’s what happened.
“I’ll buy the paper, the ink, and the notebook,” I told my daughter. “What I really want for Christmas is for you to copy all my blog posts for me.”
“Mom! Do you know how many there are?”
I did. But I didn’t know she did. Because she told me she doesn’t read my blog. She’s never sure when she might find herself the subject of a post.
“But I wrote directly into the blog box thingie, and I didn’t save them for myself. What if WordPress blows up?”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” she said a couple weeks later. “There are just too many. It’s too time-consuming.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll just copy a few myself each day.”
“Oh, and by the way. Would you be too disappointed if you didn’t get a calendar this year? I waited too long, and now it’s too late to get one printed.”
She always makes me one of those calendars out of past year photos. It’s tradition. Like nightgowns.
“I guess I’ll survive.”
It’s Christmas morning. I’m weary from being up late and up early to prepare brunch. We’re on a schedule because they all have other places to be. But our tradition is to pass out one gift at a time while everyone watches.
Finally paper sacks and a green garbage bag bulge and overflow with wadded snowflake and Santa papers once so carefully folded and taped. The cats chase crinkled gold globes across the carpet.
We’re all gifted out when Lee hands me another gift.
I can tell it’s a book.
Maybe I even said, “It’s a book.”
But somehow he knows I know it’s a book.
“I know the author,” he says (or something to that effect.)
Did he say he got an autograph or did he say he could get one?
I. Am. Overwhelmed.
Because in my hand is a book.
A pretty thick book.
All I wanted was white paper, black ink, a three-hole punch, and a notebook.
But I am holding a bound book.
I am undone when I read the back cover.
Sandra Heska King
Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Daughter, Friend, and Writer.
Always a Woman of Faith.
Inspiring one person one word at a time.
Keep writing and inspiring people. Your talent to make each word more than just a word, but a word of inspiration, is a gift to be cherished for years to come.
We are all so proud of your accomplishments.
Love your Daughter and Family.
No writing “success” can top that.
I’ve been published.
And it feels good!
P.S. I also got my calendar. And every page rocks!