Yesterday, I boxed up three copies of Finding Grace and five copies of Erin's Ring, to fulfill a new order I'd gotten, and then I headed to the post office to mail them to a bookstore. You know, not a virtual bookstore (like Amazon), but an actual bookstore--with shelves and displays and cash registers and everything.
Back when Finding Grace first came out in 2012, I contacted the ND bookstore to see if they would be willing to carry it. (After all, Notre Dame plays a part in that story--and there is even a great scene at the Grotto.) When nothing came of that, I thought, "Well, I tried." I'd always known it was a long shot, and I had no plans to try again.
Then last fall, the whole Pearl clan was out at Notre Dame for a football weekend, and when one of my Pearl sisters-in-law and I were in the bookstore together, we passed a table filled with Irish-themed books. "Your books belong here," she said. I told her I'd looked into that years ago, but she countered with, "Yeah, but that was before you were an award winner!" (My Pearl sisters-in-law are the best cheerleaders in all the land, they truly are.)
Bolstered by my sister-in-law's confidence in me, I decided I didn't have anything to lose; and this time I struck gold (or blue and gold). It took a while to take care of the business end of things, but the books are now on their way out to the Midwest. And I am left here in NH, pinching myself, and realizing that sometimes, dreams really do come true!