The Metallic Taste of Success

I've known writers who refused to celebrate the small successes in their career, holding out for the big one, ie publishing their book. And, while I'm not popping a cork for every little thing, I do think it's important to take a moment to reward yourself for the little things, because let's face it...the big one might never happen.

Last night I finished the second chapter of The Rapture Cafe. Rapture is the second book of The Rapture Chronicles and, while it's technically complete, there are some major changes needed and a ton of polishing to be done. But finishing that second chapter is a big deal to me. See, Rapture was the book that started it all. Originally, it was the first book in the series, but after realizing that half the book (ugh, I know) was backstory, I said to myself, "Self," I said (because that's what I call me), "Self, I think we need to begin the series one book before Rapture." And so The Roses of Carrion was born.

So anyway, I finished the second chapter (in all of its vampy glory) last night, sat back in my chair and smiled. It wasn't a big celebration, but one I'll never forget, because it felt so incredible to reach that point in this series. Oh sure, not three hours later I grouched that no one will ever represent me, let alone publish me (right before I dove into a vanilla cupcake with sprinkles), but at that moment, when my heart was racing and the little voice inside of me was silent, the world came together in a perfect pattern and I felt like a writer.

It felt great. And, though I'm certain that Dom Perignon will taste great someday, I'm keeping it corked for now.

But not forever.