Of course, I would have been equally happy with someone willing to print just a hundred copies of my book. I just so wanted to see the story in print and hold my very own book in my hands.
Reality brought those dreams to a screeching halt. The editor-in-chief at a major NY publishing house really liked the story, but told me it wasn't exactly what they published. Another editor at another house told me she wasn't sure how to sell it to her marketing people, but she loved it too much to reject it. Many years later, I still haven't received a rejection letter from her. Yet, another editor at a big publisher read the first three chapters, loved them and requested to see the rest of the book. By the time I sent the full novel, she moved on from her job.
I'm guessing you have picked up on a pattern here: lots of love, no contract.
In the meanwhile, I wrote other projects and became successfully published in a whole other genre. But I never forgot THE THIRD SCROLL, and neither had some of the people who read it. From time to time, I would receive an email from a friend who read the manuscript when I wrote it, telling me they were still thinking about the characters, asking when the book was going to be published.
Well, with the advent of direct publishing, THE THIRD SCROLL is now on its way to readers finally. And I'm back to dancing in the street. I would so love to know what you think of Tera's story. I hope you'll think it was worth sticking with for ten years.