Eleven months ago I told my husband an idea for a story. I talked from our house to South Park about these people and the plot and all of my ideas. He was enthusiastic and encouraging from the beginning. Without him, Planted would still just be an idea. Instead, today I have a book.
I'm proud of a lot of things in my life. I have had two beautiful daughters, I have a great marriage to a wonderful husband. But this feels like such an accomplishment and it makes me very happy.
Now I only have to rewrite it a dozen or so more times... and figure out how to write a decent query letter!!!