With publication day approaching, I am weighing excitement against apprehension. There will undoubtedly be the momentary thrill of opening the small box of books that is allotted to me as part of my publishing contract. A picture worthy moment. I promise an Instagram. But in some moments, anxiety pulls the scale deeper towards the table, because once the box is opened, as in “out in the world,” there is no putting the books back. Ask Pandora.
Best seller or castle in the sand? Writers live with rejection as a part of everyday life. Book contracts or literary prizes come after a long dance with rejection, and the music to that waltz often continues as a nagging earworm. Despite the advance praise and confidence of the publisher, writers fret. We are fretful people.
But right now, in this moment, I’m swinging to the music of hope. I hope to find readers. I hope that Genuine dances into their hearts. I hope to have endless conversations about her.
Feel free to mosey on over to the tab marked “connect.”