I’m feeling a little excited and slightly anxious. After all, the first inevitable bad review must come. I’ll feel better when it’s over. So far the nicest thing is how supportive and helpful people have been. I’ve discussed this with other folks, but I’ll say it again: with very few exceptions, book people are good people.
So far, the funniest part of the process has been my family’s reaction. I’ve been writing most of my life. They know I write. They’ve badgered me for years about when was I going to sell a book and become a millionaire. (No amount of me explaining the publishing industry has disabused them of the notion that publishing is almost as random as the lottery, and my odds of “winning” are about the same.)
Now that I finally have a book coming out, they’ve been on this see-saw of excitement and dread.
My mother, holding the book in her hand and frowning: I’m not going to be shocked, am I?
Well, you’ve know me for forty years. If I can still shock you, I’ll be pleased, but I kinda doubt it.
My sister, calling me immediately after she finished reading: OMG!!! I really really liked it! I was worried that I wouldn’t, because … you know, but I really do!
Because … I’m a weirdo? Who writes weird things? Or because you weren’t sure I was any good at it?
My cousin: I’m not in there, am I?
Only if you’re an alcoholic alien abductee or a beauty queen or an elderly rich woman. Are you?
In summation: the book isn’t all that weird, I think it’s competently written, and I didn’t base the characters off my family.
Alas, the book is out, but I’m not yet a millionaire, so I better quit futzing around here and get back to work. Cheers! And I hope you enjoy it.
PS: the contest winners’ books are going in the mail today!