I’m on a roll. I swear, it’s almost scary.
Today I received a message that MARY accepted my creative nonfiction piece “Eating”‘ for their next issue. Thanks so much, MARY. Can’t wait to see the issue.
Then this happened:
The good-looking Fed Ex man brought four boxes of the final copies of Dolls Behaving Badly. (This is funny because in my book Carla, the main character, has a crush on the Fed Ex guy.)
I opened the box, took out my book and held it in my hands. Is there a better feeling in the whole world than holding the final copy of the book you wrote for the first time?
Best yet, there is a moose printed on both the back and sides.
And guess what I saw when I looked out the window? Seriously, I’m not making this up.
It’s been a good day. I’m rather giddy from it all. I can’t believe that in five days I will be a real, true author. I hope I don’t die before then. It would really, truly suck to die the day before my book releases. I think I’ll stay in the house all day, avoid sharp objects, not take a bath, keep away from the stairs and eat only soft foods, just in case.
Five more days. And counting.