I cringe at the comparison of books to babies.
I am not pushing a book out. No one is cutting a book out. Ebook, paperback, hardcover, donn’t matter. Not coming out my body.
I do not expect my books to call me even after they have existed for 18 years or more.
If I put a book on the roof of the car and forget it there and drive away, I won’t really care.
I don’t need to buy my books a passport or hold their hair back while they barf when they have the flu.
Unless I get a world record size paper cut, I do not expect my books to leave scars on my skin.
Let me tell ya something.
When I realized I would not be anywhere near my book on the day it officially publishes, I had a one second flash, one second, of the moments after I gave birth to twins. I had the not-awesome experience of birthing one child vaginally (with no pain medication) and one child via c-section (with all the pain medication) because of an emergency.
I glanced at the first baby as I was getting a spinal tap and then she was gone. I glanced at the second baby while I was getting sewn up and then he was gone. And then my husband was gone. I had just pushed out a baby and the docs chopped out a baby, doubling the size of my family in the span of 42 minutes and I was all by myself. I didn’t even know where they were. (Later I found out, one was in the NICU with my husband and one was in a crib in the nursery).
So, as annoying and utterly insufficient as the books to babies comparison is, I confess I thought of it as my book’s publication date looms.
There are loads of copies of the book out in the world. People are reading it. People will be reading it as of October 1.
And I HAVE NOT EVEN SEEN IT.
I haven’t touched it.
I haven’t cracked that lovely hardcover spine.
I haven’t held it up and danced around the room.
I haven’t taken any photographs with it.
I haven’t cut into a box of books and laugh-cried while my family rolled their eyes.
And yet you, if you’ve ordered it, will have it in your hands! I’m so jealous.
You know how people say publishing a book doesn’t change your life? Well for me, it literally will not change my life. I will go for a run, go into the office at school, hang out with my husband, miss my kids, and wonder what you’re thinking as you crack open that spine and start to read.
I have a favor to ask.
I will have a launch party (and it will be super fun and in Minnesota and please come if you live nearby, I’ll send all the details later and I’ll have another in Djibouti and if you live nearby please come) and I will get my hands on a book. Eventually. But not yet.
Will you launch for me?
Will you party for me?
Will you take a photo with the book for me? And post it in all the places so we can celebrate together?
Will you put a review up on Amazon or Goodreads for me?
I need you guys to celebrate pub day for me.
That would be super duper amazing.
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