The email from the university press I'd been waiting for all summer was finally here.
I scanned the email:
Both readers recommend publication.
After 4+ years and I don't know how many drafts, it looks like my memoir has found a home.
It's not a done deal yet—there's still a couple of approvals left to go and one more semi-substantial revision to address the very helpful comments from the peer reviewers—but I think this thing is going to happen.
I'll shout it from the rooftops once I have a publication date—but I'm not going to wait to celebrate.
This is a big f**ing milestone!
When I thought no one would care about my story.
When It felt too hard to revisit...