So many nerves. It was the middle of August, last summer.
I took a deep breath. Ok. I can do this. The worst they can say is 'no.' Followed by a prayer. Lord, if this is for me, give me peace and clarity of mind. If not, please still give me peace.
I marched up to the glass doors and walked into the entry. I noticed a phone with an extension number listed next to it, so I lifted it and dialed the number.
"Hi, my name is Linda Joy and I applied for a position in editorial here about two weeks ago. I don't know who I need to talk to, but I would like to talk to whoever is in charge of that department to tell them why I am their best candidate for the position."
Her voice, sounding friendly, "Oh, well that would be Randall P.... But he's out of town and I don't quite know when he'll be back."
Honestly, I had NO IDEA what the second part of that guy's name was. But I thanked her and said I'd try again later. Really I had kind of taken it as a sign that it wasn't right. So I forgot about the job and moved on.
The thing is, after a few years of prayer, the seeking of advice and much meditation, I had landed on three things that I am good at. Not the things that are meant to be hobbies, but the things that, when we discover what they are, we are meant to cultivate and nurture in ourselves. For me, I know that I want to pursue writing, and what better way to learn what goes into writing than to learn the inner-workings of the publishing industry?
This is why I had applied for the job of an acquisitions editor. They're basically the people that find new authors and handle the book topics, sample writings, etc. But when I had knocked on that door and the guy I needed wasn't there, I dropped it. Maybe because of fear, maybe because of laziness... not really sure which.
Anyway, fast forward to January this last winter. My husband and I were sitting at a big round table surrounded by strangers. The thing that we all had in common and the reason why we were all there was because of our interest/experience in working with a worldwide non-profit. At the beginning of the meal, the host asked us each to introduce ourselves. One-by-one we each stood up, said our names and a little bit about our involvement.
After you listen to about twenty people stand up and say their names, you start to kind of tune out. Let's just be real. But all of a sudden my ears caught something.
"... and you work in publishing, right Randall?"
Oh. My. Stars. THAT WAS THE GUY. I just knew it. After that I became like this creeper watching and waiting for the right opportunity to catch this Randall-guy and tell him why he needed to hire me. Seriously, though. Spy agencies would have been proud of how closely I was watching for the right moment. What can I say? I'm incredibly determined. I ain't sorry. Plus, ya'll know you'd do it too.
The lunch ended and sure enough, Randall left immediately. I watched him walk out the doors, my dreams dragging behind him. Feeling discouraged, I leaned into Christian's chest.
"You know that Randall guy? He's the guy I needed to talk to about working in publishing, but he left!"
"So? Go get him!"
"Go get him! You'll regret it if you don't."
Praises be that I have such a genius husband. I speed-walked out of the room just in time to see Randall across the way. Ok, so this maybe isn't totally recommended, but it actually happened this way, so.... I yelled at him. Startled, he stopped and turned around, looking at me like, "Do I know you?"
I introduced myself and we ended up having a two and a half minute interview. He gave me his card and asked me to email him so he could have my contact in case any opportunities came up. SCORE!
Sure enough, about one week later, I received an email from Randall asking me if I would be available to come in and help on a large project for a while as a freelancer. Obviously I agreed, and after a month I found myself being shown my new office, and two months after that was assigned my first book to work on called On the Block along with author, Doug Logan. It releases in October.
You guys, many of you have asked me how I got a job where I get paid to read books and fix them. I wish that I could say that it was me, and while the above story might seem an awful lot like it was because of me or some kind of initiative, let me tell you: my initiative was about 5% of this deal.
Now, after having worked in this industry for the better part of a year, I could tell you some great ways to help get you into this profession, but personally, nothing on my resume had to do with this. My only qualifying thing is that I am an avid reader, and always have been. Because of this, I know that I did not achieve this job based off of merit. This job was given to me by the One who makes all things possible. This is actually a testimony of His goodness, not my gumption. In fact, telling it renders my heart prostrate in humility, because, as I said, this is not something that I earned.
God does it all only requiring our willingness to take the first step onto the water.
Nothing is impossible for Him. The worst they can say to you is "no." Fear is false evidence appearing real.