I didn’t expect to feel the surge of excitement that took over my whole being, when I saw my first piece of writing in print. True, it was just the beginning of my memoir, but it was mine, with my name boldly printed under the title.
Pushed to another place, I felt as if I were soaring above the usual responsibilities of the day. I barely thought about what needed attention at the commercial buildings that I manage. I certainly didn’t think of any household tasks that presented themselves. All the usual concerns were pushed to the background.
Now it’s day three since the magazine has come out and the thrill has faded a bit, but the newness keeps me on my toes, keeps my heart pounding a little faster. This altered state of consciousness makes me impatient with the editing process. I want it all done now! I want the next thrill to come right now, to see my memoir in print.
There is no thrill like this “first time” thrill; congratulations again!