Opening it (with my blunt, chunky thumb) in mid conversation about something entirely different, I stopped talking just long enough to wave - nay, brandish - the enclosed piece of paper. "You were right! It's a royalty cheque!!!!" I beamed at my wife and performed a tiny little dance of joy. Entirely accustomed to her overly large husband doing silly little things, she grinned at me. This only made me feel even better, as it always does.
I've been sent a royalty cheque. My writing has earned money!
One of the interesting things about this is the fact that - perhaps unbelievably - I had actually forgotten about the idea of earning anything. On a day-to-day basis, it doesn't enter into my head how much money the book has made. I simply want people to read it, and dearly hope that they enjoy it. The money is incidental - in fact, I began this project resigned to the idea that I would never make anything from it.
I'm discovering that my writing is for people. If you'll forgive me for saying so (and if you won't, I'll say it anyway, since this is my blog page, after all), I'm rather pleased with myself about that - even though it may end up costing me more money...