How many times do I have to say that OCD is a joy-thief before I should realize: Oh. Hmm. You’re pretty happy right now. OCD will be along shortly to steal that away?
I should learn to brace myself.
On Friday, November 22, I announced on Facebook and on my blog that Harper Collins offered me a two-book deal. Shortly thereafter, amidst all the “likes” and congratulatory comments and joyful sharing, OCD came calling.
I spent the majority of the evening obsessing over future revisions.
I practiced ERP, walking myself through that lovely mantra of “it’s POSSIBLE, but it’s not LIKELY,” then discussing with a friend (asking for no reassurance), and also spending time in prayer.
Life, as I continue to learn, is risky, and the more I learn to embrace risk and uncertainty, the happier I am.
Which is why I flat-out refuse to flat-out refuse any revision suggestions. I will consider everything my wonderful editor suggests, knowing that God is in control and that Jill loves my characters too.
In this sense, I’m growing as an obsessive-compulsive in remission, an author, and as a person.