
This past week I dressed myself knowing that I was about to have one of those “Moments” that I will remember and recall for the rest of my life. I was going to my first meeting with a publisher – not an editor for a publishing house, nor an assistant or one up but the actual BIG GUY himself – THE PUBLISHER, as in CEO & President. A dear friend read my book and LOVED it, she immediately got on the phone and made a few calls & sent a few emails – as you can guess she is a very well respected person herself and so the BIG GUY of a particular publishing house happened to be in LA and took a meeting with Lee and I!
Yep one of those LUCK things – where preparation meets opportunity.
I stepped into my walk in closet pulling my new tweed pants down from the hanger, matching them with a crimson blouse, I stood before my full length mirror holding my blouse to myself and suddenly my eyes popped open as I saw an AUTHORS reflection. Yep, I am really an author – I Mee Tracy McCormick wrote a book, completed it and have set it sailing into the world. DANG what a moment of feeling good.
Just the day before I watched the French film, “Coco Before Channel”, the story of Coco Chanel the fashion designer. I fell deep into her life, seeing our similarities which inspired me to search the story for influence. Her mother died, her father abandoned her, she fell in love, she found her authentic style and she made one hat at a time not giving up ’cause she KNEW someone was going to see the value and beauty of her work – and they did.
I thought the entire time I watched this the commonality that she and Frida Kahlo shared during the same time period – they insisted on being themselves in a time when women were clones. Being a writer I push myself to hold tight to my authentic voice, at times flamboyant and others simple and clear and just like Frida and Coco I KNOW that if I keep tapping these keys someone will arrive that can see the style & potential of my work.

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My meeting went well, the Big Guy was super cool and even giggled a few times! Do y’all KNOW what giggling means to someone like me? EVERYTHING. The best part of the meeting was actually listening to Lee speak so highly of Mee – my husband is my friend, my partner, my he drives me crazy kinda guy, my teacher, my student, my petty tyrant, my confidant and my cheerleader.
I walked away from our meeting – Lee snapped a shot of me for the scrapbook, capturing a moment of good enough and feeling as if I’d arrived – not needing to KNOW what comes next ’cause shawty – I was right there lovin’ the day.
