Anti-Climatica
Dear Blog Unit,
I promised myself no blogging until novel two was in transit to editor. As of yesterday, done!
Today my book was released! The first words uttered from my husband to me this morning: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. So exciting to have a specific day, month and year to refer to as my dream-come-true day.
Except this morning, when I rounded the corner of the Barnes and Noble Young Adult section and didn't have the privilege of sighting my book on the "New Releases" shelf, reality set in. The book simply hadn't been ordered, and that made me feel a little sad.
Okay, I was crushed. It felt like the book hadn't even been published because, well, because there was no proof. Nothing to reach out for and hold. No cover to smooth over with my palm. (My sister bought four copies of STRAY at her local indie bookstore so at least there's one place in the world that carries it. :))
They're now on order in my local stores, but it would feel better if it was there on its on volition, not because of my meek request. Makes me feel like a naggy sidelining mother who begs the coach to take her child off the bench so her baby can at least know what it feels like to run down the field. Pathetic?
Thankfully, there's other new release books that did find their way to the shelves: Cecil Castellucci's BEIGE and E. Lockhart's DRAMARAMA are my official coping mechanisms for getting over shelf rejection.
Dreams are relative. A revised literary dream emerges: I hope STRAY makes it out of the warehouse.
Still thrilled,
Stacey
I promised myself no blogging until novel two was in transit to editor. As of yesterday, done!
Today my book was released! The first words uttered from my husband to me this morning: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. So exciting to have a specific day, month and year to refer to as my dream-come-true day.
Except this morning, when I rounded the corner of the Barnes and Noble Young Adult section and didn't have the privilege of sighting my book on the "New Releases" shelf, reality set in. The book simply hadn't been ordered, and that made me feel a little sad.
Okay, I was crushed. It felt like the book hadn't even been published because, well, because there was no proof. Nothing to reach out for and hold. No cover to smooth over with my palm. (My sister bought four copies of STRAY at her local indie bookstore so at least there's one place in the world that carries it. :))
They're now on order in my local stores, but it would feel better if it was there on its on volition, not because of my meek request. Makes me feel like a naggy sidelining mother who begs the coach to take her child off the bench so her baby can at least know what it feels like to run down the field. Pathetic?
Thankfully, there's other new release books that did find their way to the shelves: Cecil Castellucci's BEIGE and E. Lockhart's DRAMARAMA are my official coping mechanisms for getting over shelf rejection.
Dreams are relative. A revised literary dream emerges: I hope STRAY makes it out of the warehouse.
Still thrilled,
Stacey