This week’s theme is endings and if you follow along with us, you’ll know why: it’s the Class of 2012’s last week here at the Deb Ball.*sniff*
Wow. Has it been a year already since I first came out as a Deb? I kind of want to stay here forever and force you shiny new Debs to drag me out of here, kicking and screaming like we did with those who came before us. But in some ways, I’m also ready to move on and let the new class step in and take over. It’s been a busy year and I’m ready for a rest.
I’ve had an amazing time over this season, not just making new friends in my fellow Debs and our wonderful guests (and watching my TBR pile get higher and higher), but also in stretching my writing skills. I’d never blogged regularly before I was a Deb, and the pressure of having to come up with a post weekly (I truly don’t know how people do it daily) that said something hopefully meaningful and insightful was challenging some days, but I did it. Sure, some posts were cathartic and personal and some were more…shall we say…fluffy, but I enjoyed writing each and every one and now, a year later, I have fifty two essays that I wrote on various topics.
Topics like food and wardrobe malfunctions, getting the call and my love for Anne Shirley and even my gratitude over this whole getting a book published thing. And even weird and personal stuff, like fears and my office (which is much messier now).
There was a lot I discussed about writing and publishing, too, like posts on plotting and dialogue, query letters, book marketing* and elevator pitches. And I didn’t just talk about this stuff, but I learned from my fellow Debs, too. Their insightful posts on writing and craft and their experiences in this nutty business were always interesting and insightful and every morning I looked forward their posts and interpretations of the week’s topics.
And I got to celebrate five different book launches with my fellow Debs: Erika, Rachel, Molly and Linda (and my own). How amazing is that? To have a group of smart, funny and amazing women to share this crazy road with? Priceless.
Okay, so maybe I’m not completely prepared and ready to get off this dance floor just yet, but I must; we need to make way for the new ladies with their shiny tiaras and pretty new gowns. But really that’s okay. Because there are other ballrooms we 2012 gals can dance in, and we can always come back and visit. And we’re not really talking about endings here, but a new chapters. And as book people, we know new chapters can hold endless adventures. And I for one, can’t wait to see what’s on the next page.
But before I go, on this, my last official entry, I’d like to thank everyone for coming out and reading my posts—from my Mom, who visited and commented faithfully every week, to the other people not related to me, who still took time to read and comment and even all you lurkers out there who read and hopefully enjoyed your weekly peeks into the craziness that is my head. Thank you and I’d happily put every single one of you on my dance card.
*speaking of marketing, this is my last opportunity to ask you to buy my book, so please do if you haven’t already-handy links to retailers available on my website. Thank you.