Nothing prepares you for that experience of holding your published book in your hands.
I knew that my first copy of The Witch's Revenge was on it's way, however, when the mail came this morning, I was convinced that it was something else. Maybe that gourmet Ice Cream Fluffer I ordered? But no, it was the first copy of my first book. It was beautiful. That fresh scent of paper, new ink and that spine just waiting to be cracked. It is here, Finally. Eight years of waiting and now here it is, sitting on my desk. It almost looks like a book I purchased for myself instead of one I wrote.
I gotta tell you, the look of this thing made me get on my computer to knock out another chapter of my new book. My dream is to have an entire bookshelf in my house devoted to the first copies of each of my books. And I would like it to house more than one. For a writer, this is the culmination of countless hours agonizing over each and every word, cramped wrists and red ink. This is what we want. Oh sure, money for it is nice, but to be honest, I just want to be able to walk into my favorite coffee shop and see someone reading it. I want to get my book into reader's hands. That is my reward.
I knew that my first copy of The Witch's Revenge was on it's way, however, when the mail came this morning, I was convinced that it was something else. Maybe that gourmet Ice Cream Fluffer I ordered? But no, it was the first copy of my first book. It was beautiful. That fresh scent of paper, new ink and that spine just waiting to be cracked. It is here, Finally. Eight years of waiting and now here it is, sitting on my desk. It almost looks like a book I purchased for myself instead of one I wrote.
I gotta tell you, the look of this thing made me get on my computer to knock out another chapter of my new book. My dream is to have an entire bookshelf in my house devoted to the first copies of each of my books. And I would like it to house more than one. For a writer, this is the culmination of countless hours agonizing over each and every word, cramped wrists and red ink. This is what we want. Oh sure, money for it is nice, but to be honest, I just want to be able to walk into my favorite coffee shop and see someone reading it. I want to get my book into reader's hands. That is my reward.