Release Day!

I don’t know what I expected this day to feel like. Way back when, when I first started writing and dreaming of publishing books, I imagined the life of a writer to have a touch of glamour. I guess I was hanging onto images of writers as sitting in cafes, congregating together to talk about the art of writing and their place in the writing world. I imagined what it would feel like to hold a printed book with my name on the cover and what it would feel like to see it on a bookstore shelf. I know now that the writing life isn’t glamorous, that some write in cafes (or anywhere with free wifi and preferably free refills of coffee) though I prefer my own quiet house or the library. I also know writing is mostly a solitary pursuit and you’re lucky if you find other writers (in real life and not via the internet) who you can talk to about the craft and difficulty of writing, and maybe laugh about it a little. Incredibly, I know what it feels like to hold a printed book with my name on it, and I guess today I’ll know what it feels like to see my book on a bookstore shelf. (Little Professor, here I come.)

So all in all, at one point, I probably expected this day to have a little more pomp and significance–but that was back when I still thought the writing life was glamorous. Not too long ago I heard an author talking about release day as an incredibly normal day (other than the fact that all over the place, people are seeing the book in stores and seeing their pre-ordered Amazon box on their doorstep containing your book). After all the build-up–the writing, editing, revising, hand-wringing, beta readers, query letters, rejections. After more edits, editor phone calls, marketing information, cover reveals, excitement, line edits, proofreads, more proofreads. After all the articles and essays you write to get your name out as much as possible, after the reviews start coming in…release day is pretty much a normal day, just like that author said. At least I imagine it will be. I have no essay due today, no signing, nothing I need to do except drop off the kids at school, buy some plastic Easter eggs, have lunch with Matt (and spy on my book at the bookstore!), call the oven repair people, and pick the kids up. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, as my daughter Kate would say. 

Except that now I’m a published author. And man, that’s just completely wild. I’m not crazy about a lot of attention on me–I get nervous and awkward and sort of forget how to sound like a normal person, but I’m not nervous about attention on The Hideaway. I still, after all this time, love the story and I’m really excited about people I know and don’t know meeting Sara and Mags and everyone else. I’m a tad nervous about the follow-up coming next year, but I’m sure after my editor Karli gets her hands on it and makes her careful, insightful suggestions, I’ll end up in this same place–loving a group of people and a little place in the world that doesn’t exist outside my imagination and the confines of 350 pages of paper. 

Huge thank you to those of you who’ve been on this journey with me from the start. And for newcomers, I hope you like The Hideaway enough to stick around to see what comes next.