I’m writing a book. I’ve got the page numbers done. – Steven Wright
Here we are – launching out into the Great Unknown. It is almost time to publish. Finally book one is done and going out to our friendly neighborhood beta readers; book two is in editing and books three and four are written enough to know how they’ll go and that they can be finished in a reasonable amount of time.
So now for the launch. Rick and I have talks while weeding in the front yard over minor problems in the plot. We talk cover design over breakfast. We spend the evenings quietly beside one another: him finishing reading through my next to last edit of book one (I will do the final grammar and spell check) and I edit and rework scenes in book two or research which authors are most similar to him and try to hunt down where their fans are living on Goodreads.
We haven’t pinned down a publication date more specific than January. We’re just going to work through the long list of things to figure out, and put the book up when most of them are figured out. There’s so much to do, so many things to figure out, that I start to feel a little panicked and the thought of publishing in the near future starts to sound like crazy talk.
But the story is good, so good. It needs to get out into the world and meet people. I know everyone thinks they can write and we are all polite and don’t argue but so much of what’s out there isn’t really as good as the writers hope. Someone we know says they wrote a book and we conjure up an enthusiastic smile while we cringe inside, hoping they don’t ask us to read it. But Rick is the real thing. He can tell a story.
Prove me wrong, world. No don’t. Please just like it.
Remember, readers make better lovers,
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