Today is my book’s birthday. Come on in and join the virtual party.
How did I begin this very special day?
I was woken at six (after staying up very late last night reading) by a clicking sound coming from our living room.
Did the dog get into the pantry again? Is she finishing off my last two double fudge brownies? Is someone breaking into the house? Should I grab the phone and have the 9 and the 1 dialed before I investigate?
While hubby slept, I dragged myself out of bed to find our oldest son inches from the computer screen, which was casting a ghostly glow on his face.
“What? Are? You? Doing?”
“I woke at 5:30," he says, "to put music on my Ipod. I tried to be quiet.”
I couldn’t stay angry too long because I turned around to this sight:
Flowers and a card
When I returned to the bedroom, hubby was awake and getting ready for work.
“When did you sneak those flowers in?” I asked.
He smirked and said, “Some of the flowers are purple.”
This reminded me of April of 2006 when I first sold my novel and Linda, a dear friend and excellent writer, set up a party to celebrate at our critique group meeting. The plates, the cups, the napkins – everything was purple.
Linda smiled. “Of course everything’s purple,” she said. “We’re celebrating Vanessa.”
And that we are! Here’s to you, Vanessa Rothrock. Thanks for showing up in my imagination one day and for sticking with me as I made a million mistakes trying to get you onto the page. So glad you’re finally here!
Thanks to everyone who helped make this day happen. And thanks for making the day so special.