Without Much Fanfare

This afternoon, I turned in my book.

I don't know what I expected. Fanfare, perhaps? Our high school band to come marching down our street, drum line beating out a rhythm and causing the neighbors to step outside wondering what was happening? At which point I would of course answer, "I just turned in my book!" And then of course, the neighbors would hoist me onto their shoulders and we would parade through the streets, while people waved and clapped and cheered?

Yeah, maybe. Maybe not quite that much. Although a teensy bit of fanfare would have felt more... symbolic or something.

Instead, I attached it and sent an email, just like lots of other emails with attachments I have sent in my life. My 11 yo son was in the room and I told him I had just submitted my book, so he slapped me a high five. And then I emailed my husband, who was out of town, to tell him that I had submitted it. And he emailed me back and said he was proud of me.

And then I was done. For now. I know there will be edits and marketing stuff ahead, but the actual work of finishing it up-- of looking it over and deciding there was nothing else I was going to do with it. That is done.

And it feels good. But just not as huge and monumental as I thought it would. And so, I figured I would share about it here, just to mark it in some small way:

I did it!! I finished my book!! (I'll just let you imagine the marching band and parade.)