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larocca
06-01-2007, 07:29 PM
I have no idea where to post this, but I'm sure a moderator will move it if necessary.

I was reading an interview with Gaie Sebold some place or other. Now where was that...? Oh! The Absolute Write Newsletter! How about that?

Someone asked her "What did you do to celebrate your first sale?" My immediate reaction was, "Shit, I can't remember!" Her answer was the same, but without my hog farmer's gutter mouth profanity.

Seriously, I have no idea what I did to celebrate. Can any of you remember how you celebrated? And if so, what did you do? If not, well, let me know I'm not alone. I can't even remember WHEN I sold my first writing. Last week? Yesterday? Tomorrow?

CaroGirl
06-01-2007, 07:43 PM
For me, my first sale is tomorrow. But I'll let you know.

larocca
06-01-2007, 07:45 PM
Hi Caro,

I'm certainly going to hope your celebration isn't "Read a congratulatory email from Michael LaRocca." But you can do that too. Congratulations!

Best regards,
Michael

CaroGirl
06-01-2007, 08:31 PM
Hi Caro,

I'm certainly going to hope your celebration isn't "Read a congratulatory email from Michael LaRocca." But you can do that too. Congratulations!

Best regards,
Michael
Thank you. But, of course, my first sale isn't literally 'tomorrow', just metaphorically (tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow). Even if my tomorrow is five years from now, I'll let you know. Howzat?

Susan Flemming
06-04-2007, 04:57 PM
I received my first acceptance letter on July 10th, 1991. The cheque arrived a few weeks later. (I had to look that date up from my submission files)

The first thing I did to celebrate was call everyone I knew to tell them I'd had a story accepted for publication.

After the cheque arrived and was cashed, I bought a bottle of wine which I shared with my husband Dave, who has always been my biggest cheerleader and was the first to encourage me to write my stories down and start submitting them.

larocca
06-04-2007, 05:02 PM
Caro, I bet you get your first sale before I get my next sale. Some tomorrows are later than others.

(Secret plan ... become a trusted editor for a small publisher, then say "wanna read my book?" Then lose job and wallow in misery. Good plan, eh?)

Susan, you've reminded me how I celebrated! I told Mom. My biggest cheerleader. It was sometime or other in the 80s.

"My mother loves all my writing."

Yay, Mom!

Seriously, everybody else encouraged me to stop writing my stories down and submitting them, and if you'd read how I wrote in the 80s, you'd understand. It's amazing I'm even here at AW.

Susan B
06-04-2007, 07:11 PM
Well, I am still hoping for the experience!

(Just completed my first book, a memoir. My agent has been shopping it around for some months now. Two publishers now seriously interested, read the proposal, now looking at the full ms.)

BTW, looked at your website, very intrigued to read that you grew up in Roxboro NC. Takes me back....I lived in Durham in the seventies, when I was in graduate school at Duke. But my husband taught at an elementary school in Roxboro. We have warm memories of that time in our lives.

Susan

larocca
06-05-2007, 05:23 AM
Hi Susan,

Considering how many schools I've attended, it's not impossible that I met your husband. I attended Earl Bradsher Elementary. Unless it was Earl Bradshaw Elementary. My memory's gotten so bad that I have to look at my own memoirs sometimes, and it's not reliable either.

I still think of Roxboro, pre-Research Triangle, as home, even though I wasn't born there and I only lived there 2 years. I took my (now-ex) wife to Roxboro and showed her "where I grew up" but wasn't to find Northern Junior High. I learned years later that's because they moved it across town. Not my memory's fault!

And I digress. See what happens when I don't have an editor cutting my words?:poke:

Susan B
06-05-2007, 09:52 AM
Hi Susan,

Considering how many schools I've attended, it's not impossible that I met your husband. I attended Earl Bradsher Elementary. Unless it was Earl Bradshaw Elementary. My memory's gotten so bad that I have to look at my own memoirs sometimes, and it's not reliable either.

I still think of Roxboro, pre-Research Triangle, as home, even though I wasn't born there and I only lived there 2 years. I took my (now-ex) wife to Roxboro and showed her "where I grew up" but wasn't to find Northern Junior High. I learned years later that's because they moved it across town. Not my memory's fault!

And I digress. See what happens when I don't have an editor cutting my words?:poke:

Yep,that was the school! My husband was there 1973-77, taught various grades, 3-6. Principal was Dr. Logan Denton. He kind of stood out--a long-haired Jewish guy from NY, vegetarian. He really loved the place and the people.

Susan

larocca
06-05-2007, 10:14 AM
Susan,

I was a student from 1973-1975, grades 5 and 6, and remember Principal Denton as well. Wow.

Michael

Claudia Gray
06-05-2007, 06:45 PM
My very first sale was a short story. I didn't really have any big celebration, but when I got the check, I used it to buy a watch I really loved. I've worn the watch pretty much every day since, and before I'd sold anything else, I would be working and look down at it on my wrist and think, "See, you can do it."

gerrydodge
06-05-2007, 07:00 PM
Well, the closest I got was a detective novel that an editor at St. Martins wanted to buy, but then it was read by other editors and they decided against it. My goodness this is a very masochistic venture. I love the writing though.

Shara
06-09-2007, 03:04 AM
My first sale was a short story to FEAR magazine - they paid me, too. Sadly the magazine is now defunct. I don't actually remember what I did to celebrate, or what I spent the 50, as it was a lifetime ago.

But the acceptance letter was dated 18 July 1989. I know because I framed it and hung it on my study wall. It still provides me with inspiration.

Shara

Astro
06-09-2007, 06:34 PM
My first sale was a poem in an online mag. I remember screaming so loud when I got the acceptance e-mail my poor husband thought I was in labor!
Naturally he had reason to suspect this may be occurring so alcoholic celebration was not an option- sent DH to Krispy Kreme at 3 am instead. (Hey, I'm in another hemisphere. It's not MY fault that all the good e-mails arrive at obscure hours)
I do know I never cashed that check- the amount was too small to justify passing that souvenir over to the bank teller. It's on my wall as a reminder that I am making small strides.

triceretops
06-09-2007, 06:45 PM
My first book sale was in 1988 with a nice advance. I was on cloud nine, I can tell you. I celebrated by going to the BEA at the Anaheim California Convention Center and saw my book plastered on a big poster in a booth. I still have my brown author's badge. Had lunch with Clive Barker and got to chat with George Takai (sp?). THAT, I will never forget.

Next book was 1990. Wait for it....went to the BEA again!! What a thrill, rubbing shoulders with the real heavy-weights. Had just as much fun. You could have knocked me over with a feather.

Just released my first novel. The thrill is gone. I feel okay about it, but it just doesn't have that same "new car smell" that it did years ago. Maybe I'm jaded, but I was expecting more out of this first venture. I'm sure proud, though, because it's my fiction validation.

Tri

Provrb1810meggy
06-09-2007, 06:53 PM
My first short story sale was last year, and I didn't really do anything to celebrate, except for going around the house, jumping and screaming and overall being quite giddy.

popmuze
06-09-2007, 07:05 PM
At the age of sixteen, when my first short story came out in a national publication, I took my copy and rushed to the house of the fifteen year old girl I'd been unsuccessfully trying to get a second date with, sure that this credit would turn the tide in my favor.

When my best friend at the time, and the guy who'd introduced us, answered the door, I got my first inkling that the pen might not be mightier than the brand new sports car.

Anyway, fast forward a few years: the friend wound up living in his mother's basement, wasted on drugs. The girl never became anywhere near the actress she wanted to be (the back of her head having appeared once in a shampoo commercial before she gave it up). Even the national magazine went out of business.

When my first book came out, in 1975, my wife threw me a big surprise party at a local restaurant. I remember being escorted in by my brother and thinking, "What's my cousin doing here? How come my next door neighbor eats at this place?" before it dawned on me what'd she'd done.

Luckily, my brother tackled me before I could escape.


(Look for a longer, more detailed description of this in one of my upcoming novels)

PrettySpecialGal
06-13-2007, 10:46 AM
I made a color copy of the check (just cuz) then cashed it, put some back and took the boys to lunch-n-stuff.
(It wasn't a big one)

Now, the NEXT one.... hmmmm....

oh, wait- I have to finish the book first!

It's due in August. No advances- so everything will be after it comes out in November. Some will get put back-- the rest will probably buy a camera for the hubby and fund future book projects.

=)