The Pink Heart Society is delighted to welcome Love Inspired Historical Author Naomi Rawlings with her heart warming call story.
Authors
wanting to be published often dream of “the call.” As you might image, this is
this phone conversation where the editor to whom you’ve submitted one of your
books calls you and says, “We want to buy your book.”
As
an unpublished author who’d been writing for three years, I was talking to an
agent, winning writing contests, and submitting my manuscript to Love Inspired
Historical. I had dreamed of the moment
when that editor would call me.
And
imagined it.
Replayed
it in my mind the way most people replay scenes of their favorite movies.
I’d
had conversations in my head with the editor, though I’d never met her. And I
had practiced acting calm and controlled on the phone. I wouldn’t scream into
the poor editor’s ear, or shout for joy or start crying or do anything else to
embarrass myself. Oh no. I was going to be a complete professional (even though
I hadn’t the vaguest concept of how a professional author was supposed to
behave).
I
had told myself that I wouldn’t hear back from the publisher until July or
August. After all, a publisher would need at least four months to review the
manuscript and decide whether they wanted to buy it. And with that happy news,
I left on a little anniversary trip with my husband in early June, while my mom
visited for a week and babysat our two kids.
My
husband and I returned home early and found an empty house, as my mom had taken
the kids to the park. When everyone got home an hour later and we’d exchanged
hugs and small talk, my mom goes, “Oh, by the way some editor from New York
City called earlier today.”
The
world froze at that moment. It must have. I barely remember anything more. In
truth, I probably jumped at my mom and nearly strangled her as I demanded every
detail of the conversation. “What did the editor say?” “Did she leave a call
back number?” “Surely she said more than just to have me call her back!” “What do you mean their offices close early
on Fridays in the summer? How am I supposed to wait all the way until Monday to
call her back????”
But
alas, the Love Inspired office did close early on Fridays during the summer
months, and I had to wait all the way until Monday to talk to the editor. In
the meantime, I contacted Natasha Kern, the agent who had offered me representation
and was waiting for my response. I sent her a calm, polite, professional email.
I believe the subject line said something like
“Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Natasha
confirmed that Love Inspired Historical would only be calling me because they
wanted to buy the book. They wouldn’t waste their time calling me with a
rejection. So I signed a contract with Natasha, letting her handle the details
of the sale to Love Inspired Historical.
Except
I still had to call the editor back on Monday morning, and now my brain was
whirling with instructions from my agent. “Don’t make any commitments.
Absolutely do not say the word “yes” to anything while you’re talking to her.
Refer her to me and I’ll handle it.”
And
still, in the back of my mind, I was half convinced the editor was calling me
for some reason other than to buy my book. So I impatiently waited through the
whole weekend until 8:05 Monday morning, when I called the editor. And she said
those wonderful, dreamed of words “We want to buy your book.” And I nearly
fainted, but it was the first time in my life anyone had called one of my
stories a book. I’d never let myself think of my stories as books. They were
manuscripts or works in progress, and not to be called books until I’d gotten a
publishing contract.
Still
trying to act professional (and not shout or scream or cry or faint), I
referred the editor to my agent, and the deal was finalized a couple weeks
later.
Now
I have an agent and an editor and a real, legitimate, tangible book that coming
out in April 2012. Plus I’m writing other manuscripts that my agent can sell to
my editor, who can turn those into tangible books.
And
somehow I still manage to act profoundly unprofessional most of the time. So
much for that dream of being a “professional” writer.
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A mother of two young
boys, Naomi Rawlings spends her days picking up, cleaning, playing and, of
course, writing. Her husband pastors a small church in Michigan’s rugged Upper
Peninsula, where her family shares its ten wooded acres with black bears,
wolves, coyotes, deer and bald eagles. Naomi and her family live only three
miles from Lake Superior, where the scenery is beautiful and they average 200
inches of snow per winter. Naomi writes bold, dramatic stories containing
passionate words and powerful journeys. Her debut novel, Sanctuary for a Lady
releases in April of 2012. You can visit her website at www.naomirawlings.com or her blog makinghomeworkblog.blogspot.com