I held my book.
And it shouldn't matter. I've seen the pdf of Crushed Seraphim. I've read the words in that story a boopazillion times. So it really shouldn't matter. The cover was no surprise.
I had a full day on Friday, some of the following Monday's work was clogging up on me so I stayed a little late to get a head start. It was a beautiful day outside. I forgot to plan dinner, so as I drove home that was on my mind. After getting home, taking off my bra (hate you bra) and saying hello to the husband and kids there was a package.
A book shaped package.
And yeah, it had my publisher's return address on it.
It's kind of funny because I had been getting reports from friends who got their copies, pictures even. It just made me want it more.
So then I opened the package, hubby snapping pictures and what spilled out was exactly what I expected. But also, it was so much more. Endless edits fell out, plopped on my lap. Hours fell out, spent in the very latest part of the night with my Mac.
Most importantly, a story fell out. I wrote that story.
Maybe I'm lucky we aren't completely digital in this world with our books because yeah, it so mattered. I'm afraid to crack the spine even though I'm usually a hard customer for a book. I snuggle with them, rip off dust jackets, toss them from the bed when I'm tired. But this book has been treated like royalty (so far). I've slipped it in my purse to go for a ride with me. Carried it into a restaurant and left it casually on the table. Because I could.
And I hug it from time to time. I know where it is, right behind me on the kitchen table. It was being the model for the bookmarks I'm making for the signed copies and bookplates. So I guess I'm playing dress up with my book now?
It shouldn't matter but oh my gosh, it really has been big blobs of fun. I have yet to sign one. I'll have to work up the guts to do that. I made my hubby and kids take pictures with the book. I don't even know what I'm getting at with this post.
Maybe just telling you that holding my dream in my hand? It shouldn't matter, but it felt like wings and hope and I'm damn proud.
I had a full day on Friday, some of the following Monday's work was clogging up on me so I stayed a little late to get a head start. It was a beautiful day outside. I forgot to plan dinner, so as I drove home that was on my mind. After getting home, taking off my bra (hate you bra) and saying hello to the husband and kids there was a package.
A book shaped package.
And yeah, it had my publisher's return address on it.
It's kind of funny because I had been getting reports from friends who got their copies, pictures even. It just made me want it more.
So then I opened the package, hubby snapping pictures and what spilled out was exactly what I expected. But also, it was so much more. Endless edits fell out, plopped on my lap. Hours fell out, spent in the very latest part of the night with my Mac.
Most importantly, a story fell out. I wrote that story.
Maybe I'm lucky we aren't completely digital in this world with our books because yeah, it so mattered. I'm afraid to crack the spine even though I'm usually a hard customer for a book. I snuggle with them, rip off dust jackets, toss them from the bed when I'm tired. But this book has been treated like royalty (so far). I've slipped it in my purse to go for a ride with me. Carried it into a restaurant and left it casually on the table. Because I could.
And I hug it from time to time. I know where it is, right behind me on the kitchen table. It was being the model for the bookmarks I'm making for the signed copies and bookplates. So I guess I'm playing dress up with my book now?
It shouldn't matter but oh my gosh, it really has been big blobs of fun. I have yet to sign one. I'll have to work up the guts to do that. I made my hubby and kids take pictures with the book. I don't even know what I'm getting at with this post.
Maybe just telling you that holding my dream in my hand? It shouldn't matter, but it felt like wings and hope and I'm damn proud.
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Jun 04, 2011 11:13PM
I'd squee for you, but then I'd wake the kids. I do however, have a big huge smile on my face for you!! So, so exciting! Someday soon, I hope to be writing a post similar to this! Congrats!!
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You will baby! You will! Stephanie (Purdueliz) wrote: "I'd squee for you, but then I'd wake the kids. I do however, have a big huge smile on my face for you!! So, so exciting! Someday soon, I hope to be writing a post similar to this! Congrats!!"
I feel like that every time that a new book arrives. But to be one that I wrote..... I think that I should die of happiness. I know that kindles are cheaper and more environmentally friendly and more convenient blah blah blah. I don't care. There is absolutely NOTHING in this world that is better than a book.Except perhaps for a book and a pizza. ;-)
Oh, I'm so pleased for you. There really isn't anything quite like that...childbirth is better, but this comes in second in some respects. But you know what's really still even more awesome?You've got another one coming out this year and will then have TWO titles and maybe (we hope!) more to follow and soon you'll have a shelf of YOUR books in YOUR house and I get goosebumps even thinking it.
Nothing replaces this first book's rush (though I will personally squee loudly when Poughkeepsie makes it to my mailbox) and I am so glad you savored and enjoyed and have pictures of yourself at such a moment.
Thank you for sharing this with us. :)
Sandi wrote: "Oh, I'm so pleased for you. There really isn't anything quite like that...childbirth is better, but this comes in second in some respects. But you know what's really still even more awesome?You'..."
Thanks for joining in and guiding me! You have been fantastic. A whole shelf? Yeah, that would be fun!
