bubbles. bubbly bubbles.

cork

I recently completed the manuscript for a book that will be available in the fall of this year. I can’t wait to share more on this later, but in the meantime, I’m basking in a kind of twilight between absolute and immeasurable joy (part accomplishment, part astonishment) and sheer terror.

It’s a good thing I’m not in this alone — I have a kind and generous editor, a supportive and understanding husband and family that’s put up with too many leftovers, and a bunch of friends who have prayed me through tens of thousands of words.

I am one blessed woman. And bubbly, too.

One of those amazing friends showed up with a special bottle of champagne to toast this milestone, and I gotta say this: never has anything tickled my nose and brought tears to my eyes like this surprise. Well, maybe the tears weren’t entirely from the champagne, but let’s be real — it was a right tasty toast. And then some.

I tried to be gentle with the bottle so I could open it without incident, but just as soon as I released the wire cage and positioned the bottle to loosen the cork, it flew off madly, hitting one of the paddles on the ceiling fan and bouncing off the wall. A minor scramble to save the champagne followed: we only spilled a little bit (that we wore behind our ears). And the rest was a delightful evening of sharing, and laughter, and maybe a few more tears. There’s something about champagne, a rare treat, that really tickles my nose.

We drank to the completed manuscript — but there was so much more in the process than just the few months I took to write it. This book has been a long time coming, and not just because I’ve been working at being a writer since I could hold a pencil. Everything has had to reach a certain level of readiness — of maturity. The obvious, of course, is my ability to string words together in a way that makes sense and speaks to others. But there’s been more growth. In my confidence. In my discipline (still a mess there), and in the maturing of my faith, too. It’s all there, wrapped up in a digital file.

It was good to celebrate.

The vintage 2004 champagne matured beautifully. When the grapes from that year were being gathered and prepared, I was in the midst of my own “fields” in my vocations of wife, mother, and teacher. I was scrambling from carpool to after school event, from class to class, and trying to keep my sanity taking care of a household. In the midst of all that chaos, I was scribbling notes and penning poems that were stuffed away in boxes and in the pages of unfinished journals.

Like the champagne, I’d like to think I have matured well, too. Enough to be bubbly about my book. Enough to be bubbly about the projects that may come next — because the real toast that night was for more than the book. I feel like I’ve finally taken this gift that came from God and I can put it to good use, for Him.

That bottle of champagne waited patiently to be uncorked, and then it let loose. I feel the same way.

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22 thoughts on “bubbles. bubbly bubbles.

  1. Made me think of the song “Tiny Bubbles” in the wine – make me feel happy – make me feel fine – but it’s so much more than that. 🙂 Congratulations. And doesn’t it seem they shake those champagne bottles just before one opens them??? 🙂 LOL! Makes it more exciting for sure.

  2. oh how cool the analogy is for you and the let loose bubble (and was that some Dom u enjoyed???) mmm

    anyhow, congrats and good for u – I will try and make sure I read your book this fall – again – congrats ❤ ❤

  3. Thank you for stopping by my blog, Maria and all the very best to you in 2015 with your writing. I love the expression you used in your post; “a kind of twilight between absolute and immeasurable joy (part accomplishment, part astonishment) and sheer terror.” This describes exactly how I felt with my first book and still feel every time I hit that ‘publish’ button.

  4. Kudos on the book. Now I can brag I “knew” you when”. A definite must to add to my library. 🙂
    Sending hugs and love.

  5. This is beautiful.
    It sounds like there were 10’s of 1000’s of words written long before you wrote this manuscript. Can’t wait to hold a bound book in my hand! That will be a different kind of celebration. I’d like to be on the champagne patrol for that THAT one!

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