I awoke to a sound not typically heard in the snow belt regions in late January ~ thunder. It was shortly after 3:00 am and the lightning made my room light up like Chevy Chase’s front lawn in Christmas Vacation when Beverly D’Angelo finally hit the right switch. Carved into the newly formed shadows was the outline of my storm-fearing dog. We cuddled for a while, listening to the pouring rain, and eventually fell asleep again as the storm moved on.
When I woke up at my usual time, I was greeted by a misty, grey day instead of the usual crisp, white blanket of snow for which January is famous. I have lived here for 42 years and I can’t recall a more turbulent month since it began with three consecutive days of feeling like -43 with the wind chill and we are now hovering at a balmy +3 degrees Celsius.
Weather can certainly affect our moods and today was no exception. Our morning walk was shorter than anticipated because of the rain and our drive to work was somewhat daunting since the back-roads resemble a cross between a sheet of ice in a curling rink and a luge, depending on your trajectory.
But my morning improved significantly when I arrived at work and checked my email. Sitting innocently in my inbox was an email from a publisher in the States. After reading the first three chapters required for initial submission, my story was intriguing enough for her to want to see where I took the rest of the story. She wants to read my book!!
I have calmed myself to the point that I can craft this blog post while reminding myself that she may not like the remainder of the story. But I am allowing myself the high of knowing that someone who works in the world that I am attempting to enter has opened a small door for me to be able to peek into the other side and I have to say, so far, the view is fantastic!