I’ve always liked Septembers. Growing up, it meant back-to-school clothes in pretty fall colors. I had to be stopped from wearing my new wool plaid skirt in September as the temperatures soared into the nineties. And new school supplies. Who doesn’t love the smell of fresh books and the length of unsharpened pencils?
The hope of exciting times and the promise of learning.
Back then September meant the nip of fall air. Here in San Jose, there’s a change in the air, too. Mostly, that’s the noise of extra traffic on the road as every child is being driven or driving to school.
September 2006 was a good month. I got the phone call every writer wants to get. Jessica called. “Are you sitting down?” she asked. I was but I was driving. “Should I pull over?” I managed to get out, past the huge lump in my throat. If it was good news, I could keep driving. Bad news, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep the car on the freeway.
“Keep driving. Midnight Ink wants Wild Goose Chase, the quilting mystery, and two more.” WooHoo. Advance money was on its way.
After five years of working in the dark, my book would see the light of day.
Jessica wasn’t done yet. Earlier that summer, she’d asked me to write a proposal for a different book. A rubber-stamping mystery.
Eight days later, still in September, Jessica called again. She’d sold that series to Berkley Prime Crime.
This September, my second book has come out. And my third. Old Maid’s Puzzle, the second in the quilting mystery series, is out. Stamped Out, the first in the Stamping Sisters series, has also been released. It’s so exciting to see the books on the shelves.
September is my favorite month. For sure.