Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I Think I Have an Agent

A quick knock on the door and the roar of a truck. Gabby and I looked at each other then ran to the door just in time to see the back of the UPS truck driving away. A box sat on the stoop. Return address: Simon and Schuster. For a moment I couldn't move.

"What is it, Grammy?" my overzealous, box-ripping-open, granddaughter asked.

"Gabby, it's my book," I answered with butterflies slamming against the sides of my stomach. My book.

This book industry is new to me. Because my story was accepted, I get a box of free books. This is pretty good since I can't ask my family to go out and buy my book. Plus it will be nice to sit in the middle of them realizing that I have been published. An industry new to me. I feel like a kid at Christmas.

On page 338, my little story, "A Sliver of Bed" sits waiting. Book release is March 22. It certainly does sit waiting.

"Grammy! 9 is your favorite number!" Gabby exclaims.

Yes, nine is my favorite number and my story is number 99 out of the 101 stories in the anthology. I'm wondering how many people will find their way to the end of the book and my little story. It's only a page and a half. Shouldn't take long to read. Again, how could I ask anyone to pay for the book when I am only on a page and a half.

I'm wondering if a page and a half really qualifies me as an author. I think I'm just a lucky person to have been accepted for a page of print. I went to Borders to see if Chicken Soup for the Soul has shelf space. Sure enough, there is a section of three shelves. I stood there wondering if anyone would find my story. Glancing around, I wondered if anyone would notice if I dog-eared my story when the books came in. Maybe I could sit there for a few days and see if anyone picked up the book.

"Hi, I'm an author. Want me to sign your book? I'm on page 338."

Tacky, huh? Well, it was a fleeting thought.

"Can I take your book to school, Grammy?" Gabby asked.

Sure, why not. The story is about her, so why not let her have her moment.

She hopped in the car at the end of the day. "Grammy, I sold one of your books to Hannah! She's gonna pay $20!"

Hm. I think I have an agent.


  1. Congratulations! And YES, that qualifies you as an author! I'll be looking for the anthology at B&N after March 22. Congratulations!!

  2. Thank, Lisa

    The shoe still doesn't seem to fit. Funny how we write for ourselves, send off pieces for possible publication then wonder why anyone would accept it. I still write for myself. The rest is just a bonus. A good example for my grandchildren. If I can do it, so can they.

  3. How exciting! I'll definitely get my hands on a copy.