Feet firmly planted back on the ground 11

Wow, what a ride the past month has been. Things are settling down now and I’m back working hard on editing Sam’s story, which will be a full-length sequel to Private Property. *fingers crossed that it will sell too*

The offer caused a flurry of activity for me – more than just signing a couple sheets of paper. Aside from hiring Elaine English, I had some government paperwork to do as well. Remember a while back I blogged about having a secret mission into Toronto that involved men with guns? Well, that was a trip into the US Consulate. I needed to get a notarized copy of my passport in order to apply for an Individual Taxation Identification Number from the US government. (That’s something US publishers need so they don’t have to withhold tax on any royalties they pay foreign authors.) If there are any Canadian authors here who need to get one, drop me an email and I’ll give you a run down of what you’ll need – such as a W8BEN (that’s what you have to give your publisher), a W7 (that’s the form you need to send to Austin Texas to get your ITIN), and the Treaty number you have to quote on the paperwork. (If you’re a member of the Toronto Romance Writers, do a search of our Yahoo loop – Brooke London posted info on it last year.)

While I was at the consulate, the ladies at the counter processing my request got very excited to know I was an author of ‘Bodice Rippers’ … okay, so I don’t like that term very much, but it was cool pretending I was somebody even though my story hasn’t even been published yet.

I’ve also had my webmistress extraordinaire, Rae Monet, update my website, and I’ve asked her to work on my Myspace page (I cannot figure out the coding there, but every one tells me I need a Myspace for networking purposes). And I’ve gotten a bit more active on Facebook as some of you have noticed. Feel free to friend me at either site.

It’s strange because when I actually signed the contract, I felt as if fireworks should have been set off, and trumpets should have been blown. I mean, it’s a first contract – it’s a validation that all the work I’ve poured into my writing has been worth it. Something should have happened, right? But as my pubbed friends have mentioned before (at least I remember Wylie blogging about it when one of her books released earlier this year), life isn’t really any different. Laundry still needs to be done, as do the dishes, the rugs still need vacuuming. The boys still make their demands – although now I can put my foot down with a bit more confidence. “This is my JOB. I’m writing/editing. Unless spurting blood or fire is involved, do NOT interrupt me!”

About the only thing I have noticed is now my internal editor is pressuring me even harder. She’s now screaming “OMG, this has got to be better than the last one. What if your editor doesn’t like it? What the heck are you doing?”

Which is when I stare up at that silver frame containing the “I loved it and would be happy to offer a contract” email. And remind myself of Nora Robert’s now famous quote, “You can’t edit a blank page” combined with something Candy Havens says in her FastDraft class: “Everything can be fixed in editing.”

11 thoughts on “Feet firmly planted back on the ground

  • Sandra Ferguson

    Congrats on the publication. When is the release date?

    My first came out last year, and I’ve rewritten the second in the series so many times, it feels like an endless cycle. My internal editor is completely out of control.

    I love Canada. My hubby and I visited there in 2001 and simply fell in love with the people and the country.

  • Leah Braemel

    I don’t yet know the release date. By the time the contract was negotiated and signed, Christine Brashear and Angela James (the publisher and editor, respectively) were winging their way to NZ and Australia for conferences there. They won’t be back until the end of August – hopefully shortly after that I’ll have an idea of when it might be released.

  • Sue L

    >>>Unless spurting blood or fire is involved, do NOT interrupt me!"

    …. or a bone is sticking out. 😉

    When you do you get your release date??

  • Amy Ruttan

    That’s right, you can’t edit a blank page.

    I know, it gets tenser and tenser. You keep questioning yourself but trust me it’s worth it.

    Congrats again sweetie!!

  • Marley Delarose, Author

    That’s right. They should just turn around and leave now when you say, “Go.” Uh-huh. That’ probably hasn’t changed much either. Are they guys?

  • Christine d'Abo

    I am so excited for you, Leah! I know I was freaked out and excited about signing my first contract. And this story is so amazing, I can’t wait for everyone to get to read it.

    You know…I really need to fill that tax paperwork out…

  • Bonnie Staring

    I could have sworn I heard trumpets…or at least one. 😉

    Whaddya mean all your cares don’t disappear once you have an offer? LOL

    Hopefully I will have to contact you someday soon about visiting the Consulate and doing important things. I wonder what I should wear when I go?

  • Julia Smith

    This makes me think of the times I worked at the Hummingbird Centre when the ballet performed there. After work, the ushers headed home alongside some of the dancers. I used to look at one couple – no, not all male dancers are gay – heading west on my subway train, after he had danced a principal role like a god, and wonder, ‘Do they argue about who’s going to do the dishes once they get home?’

    Weird how all of that real-life stuff intrudes on the glamour of the artist. Personally I think you’re entitled to your own Philly Cheese manservant now.

  • Leah Braemel

    Julia said: Personally I think you’re entitled to your own Philly Cheese manservant now.

    YES! So where the heck is he?

    Bonnie: Hmm, I think that trumpet you heard was Gizmo Guy burping the alphabet.

    Amy, Christine, Savannah: Thanks!

    Marley: Yeah, they’re still guys who can’t find something in front of their eyes. *sigh* not much has changed that way.

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