I'm no stranger to publication. I had my first work published in my high school literary magazine at age 14. By age 18, I was working at a daily newspaper while attending college, regularly getting published. Since then I have written all manner of work: feature stories for newspapers and magazines, grants, public relations stuff, op-eds, speeches, you name it, I've written it.
But this week I caught the car: a traditional publishing contract for my book! I am stunned and pleased beyond words, which is ironic, but clearly not true as I am writing this now.
My book is a nonfiction work on genetics. I am hopeful it will help the families and doctors who must deal with a certain class of disorders not well understood. I took a year to painstakingly write this book and a science publisher picked it up this week.
I can die happy. I won't make much money but that was never the point. The point has always been to provide much-needed
information to those who need it.