A year and a half, sixty-five dollars, and a dream....

Well I am sure it was more than $65, especially if you take into account all of my time.  But then again, can you put a dollar value on a dream?  There was something special about today.  Besides the fact that I got to send off my manuscript along side a friend who was doing the same thing; there was something different - and it makes me smile. No matter the outcome, no matter if I get rejected (like the odds tell me I will) there is something to be said for going after something as difficult as getting published.

As Erika was writing down the address her hand was shaking.  I wrote it as fast as I could so I wouldn't second guess it!  The point is that we were both really nervous and yet we can now say that we have taken another step towards our dream.

So here's the silly picture Erika took of me at the post office (you know the one that someday, when I am published, I will look back and laugh at!)

 
And why does it look like I am laughing?  Because behind Erika (taking the picture) there is a line of random people trying to figure out what two grown women were doing taking pictures at the local post office!  Dorks!

So here's to a year and a half, sixty-five dollars and a dream!

PS. A special note of thanks to Erika's son Bashi - without his entertaining stories of a surprise party he was throwing himself, I would have probably peed my pants from being so nervous!  And yes Bashi, I hope Batman shows up to your party!