In
June of 2002, something I’d
dreamed of since I was a very little girl came true. I became a
published author. Holding that book in my hands was the most gratifying
experiences of my life to date.
I still tear up just thinking
about opening the box, lifting out the first copy, and feeling that
weight in my hands. I slid my fingers across the sheeny cover, then
opened the pages and sniffed the “new book” smell. I held it out to my
family—“Look! There are words in here!” And we all laughed together. Of
course words were in there! But for several days, I returned to the box
to lift out a book and check to be certain the words were still printed
on the pages. Rather a silly pastime, I suppose, but at the time it was
my way of assuring myself that my being published was real, not
imagined.
Holding that book in my hand was
a victory. You see, for more than two years in the early 1990s I had
tried to capture the attention of a publisher. I came very close, but I
could never quite make it over the “publishing hump.” Defeated, I set
my dream aside and focused solely on my “other career,” teaching
elementary school. I love the kids—love teaching—but even through all
the successful years in the classroom, a small part of me remained
unfulfilled. When the kids I and discussed their future plans, I would
always tell them, “When I grow up, I want to be a published author.”
The dream refused to die.
My parents were well aware of my
dream. After all, they’d witnessed me sneaking off with a pad of paper
and a pencil (or Daddy’s typewriter!) to the sturdy branch of a tree or
the shadowed corner of a closet to spill my heart onto the page. They
encouraged my dream through all of my growing-up years, so it wasn’t
surprising when, in January of 2002, Daddy and Mom came to me and said,
“Kim, you need to be published.”
I didn’t disagree, but I knew
how challenging it was to find a traditional publisher. And I knew how
painful it was to receive rejections. The sting of rejections had
followed me through eight years of non-submission! But Daddy had a
different plan. He had researched self-publishing, settled upon a
company called American Christian Writers Press, and believed this was
a good route for me to take.
I examined the information sent
from the company. I liked that it was a Christian-owned company and
they only printed books with a Christian theme. I also liked that I
would retain my copyright rather than signing it over to someone else.
It gave me the freedom to resell the book at a later date, if I so
chose. They also had a warehouse and the ability to ship the books
directly to booksellers—an important issue for me, since I never liked
doing magazine subscription sales in high school! I wouldn’t have to
“peddle my wares,” so to speak.
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I
told Daddy, “Okay. Let’s do
it.” And thus began my adventure. I can’t describe my delight at the
first feedback from readers—people who loved the characters and wanted
to see the story continue. That encouragement gave me
confidence—something I sorely needed. My determination to learn more
about the publishing world so I could do a better job of marketing this
book led me to begin attending writer’s conferences, where I began
networking with other writers who became wonderful mentors and friends.
I also connected with an agent who liked my writing, signed me on, and
began submitting my stories to publishers. (An agent is a wonderful
person—she receives the rejection first and “sugarcoats it” before
sharing it with me.)
In March of 2005, after several
years of learning, growing, hoping, praying, waiting, and dreaming, the
door to traditional publishing swung wide. Within a nine-month period,
I signed contracts for ten different books with two publishing
companies. In January of 2009, A Promise for Spring, my twelfth
traditionally published title released. Some of my books have been
reprinted in several different languages and have become audio
versions. To say it has been a whirlwind would be an understatement,
but oh, the joy of dreams fulfilled!
Looking back, I know it was the
encouragement I received from readers of that first book that propelled
me along the pathway to publication. Had I not experienced the joy of
holding my first book and the thrill of knowing I had connected with
readers’ hearts, I would probably still be telling people, “When I grow
up, I want to be a published writer.” Self-publishing my first book
opened up this world to me, and I am so grateful for the experience.
God promises in Philippians 1:6,
“He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.” God
keeps His promises, and I trust Him to continue to guide me (and grow
me!) as He and I travel this road of sharing stories of redemption with
readers.
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