Count Down to Publication: 18 Days
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Last night I had a dream that I was in the hospital, pacing around, about to have a baby. I was a bit shocked to be pregnant but already adjusted my attitude, life and calendar to accommodate this new complexity. I told myself it was all fine. I'd just get a snuggle carrier and keep the baby close for the next two months, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, babies don't need to crawl around much for about eight weeks anyway, I told myself.
Isn't that just like a woman?
And aren't I giving birth?
In eighteen days Found is officially out and frankly, it's already out because Amazon is shipping the darn thing around the US. I'm getting fan mails, via my site, with people telling me the news. "Amazon just shipped!!"
In my own life, my schedule is being cleared for the next two months. My teaching partner is taking over the first six weeks of the term for me, my child care duties are being divide between the ex-husband, the current husband and my best friend, my writing responsibilities for the blog are being passed around to others who will keep the flame burning, my intern is being prepped for what she needs to do via Facebook and Twitter and I am setting up all manner of speaking engagements from now to next year. A contract is being drawn for a speaking agent in LA and we are talking about ways to get this book made into a movie--because it's that good.
At Seal Press, a pitch letter is being composed and my agent is desperate for copies of the book to send out to foreign presses and of course, this is the time that my son gets sick--vomiting and a rash around his eyes and mouth--and all my work must grind to a halt.
How do we do it? How do women with children make it all work and yet, a book coming out in the world is a child too. A baby is born in the release of a book and that's how this all feels. Urgent and crazy and painful and scary.
I console myself with this one mantra--this too shall pass--because I know it's true. All this will pass soon enough. The birth will be over and the growing of a book, over time and in the hearts and minds of people, will begin. A slow process. Blackbird is now ten years old. Still Waters is nine and Show Me the Way is seven years old. Here comes Found, the baby of the bunch. Will she be a brat or a golden child? Only time will tell and yes, yes, soon enough we will know.
Last night I had a dream that I was in the hospital, pacing around, about to have a baby. I was a bit shocked to be pregnant but already adjusted my attitude, life and calendar to accommodate this new complexity. I told myself it was all fine. I'd just get a snuggle carrier and keep the baby close for the next two months, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, babies don't need to crawl around much for about eight weeks anyway, I told myself.
Isn't that just like a woman?
And aren't I giving birth?
In eighteen days Found is officially out and frankly, it's already out because Amazon is shipping the darn thing around the US. I'm getting fan mails, via my site, with people telling me the news. "Amazon just shipped!!"In my own life, my schedule is being cleared for the next two months. My teaching partner is taking over the first six weeks of the term for me, my child care duties are being divide between the ex-husband, the current husband and my best friend, my writing responsibilities for the blog are being passed around to others who will keep the flame burning, my intern is being prepped for what she needs to do via Facebook and Twitter and I am setting up all manner of speaking engagements from now to next year. A contract is being drawn for a speaking agent in LA and we are talking about ways to get this book made into a movie--because it's that good.
At Seal Press, a pitch letter is being composed and my agent is desperate for copies of the book to send out to foreign presses and of course, this is the time that my son gets sick--vomiting and a rash around his eyes and mouth--and all my work must grind to a halt.
How do we do it? How do women with children make it all work and yet, a book coming out in the world is a child too. A baby is born in the release of a book and that's how this all feels. Urgent and crazy and painful and scary.
I console myself with this one mantra--this too shall pass--because I know it's true. All this will pass soon enough. The birth will be over and the growing of a book, over time and in the hearts and minds of people, will begin. A slow process. Blackbird is now ten years old. Still Waters is nine and Show Me the Way is seven years old. Here comes Found, the baby of the bunch. Will she be a brat or a golden child? Only time will tell and yes, yes, soon enough we will know.
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