I'm still kind of reeling from it. My brain is a little foggy. I've been wandering around the house the last few days, doing some reading here and there and being generally useless until my mental reboot is finished.
The biggest thing I keep reminding myself is that this is just the first step on the long road to having my first book on the shelves. There are still places where things could go wrong and there's still a whole lot of work to do. But I'm finally on the road.
I think the biggest shock to me so far was having a professional read my book and say "this can sell." Well. 'Shock' is a bad word for it. More like, 'blossoming of joy that leaves me slightly off-kilter for the next week.' I've always felt pretty good that this moment would come. After Butcher failed to go anywhere, though, I think I dialed down my expectations to the point that I wouldn't be completely destroyed if Promise didn't either. But it is. And this makes me happy. Yay.
One thing in particular comes to mind. When I was talking to agents last week it hit me that I was discussing magic and gods and demons, etc. not just with a fellow aspiring writer or gamer friend, but with someone who was going to help me launch my career. It made me feel so much better about all those times I was asked what my book was about and I felt awkward telling them because I knew they weren't interested fantasy.
Once my book is out and people ask me what it's about I'm going to have to get over my shyness. Then again, when that happens I'll be a published author and not just some kid writing a book.