Yesterday I sent out six emails to six people I hoped would come on board with my literary project as editors. Some of them were real long shots. It feels rather like inviting the popular kids from school to your birthday party when you know you're not cool enough to hang out with them.
This morning, when I logged into my computer and checked my email, there were six responses, lined up like little ducks in row. I was literally frightened to open them. I closed my eyes when I clicked on the first one, preparing for the rejection letter.
She said she's like to be involved. And the next? I winced . . .
. . . Also delighted to help.
Six responses with six affirmations. Everyone is excited, delighted, enthusiastic. I'm doing cartwheels on my office floor. Six is my new favorite number.
I thought gathering editors who wanted to board this crazy freight train with me would be next to impossible. Suddenly I've got company, and good company. English professors and writers and people with amazing connections in the local bookstore markets. I think I can make this thing work.
This morning I'm counting my blessings. All six of them.