I’m a couple of days late getting my Celebrate The Small Things Day blog posted, which I’ve been doing every Friday. (If you’re interested in doing the same thing sign up here at Vicki’s blog.) Just as well, considering it’s a big thing I want to celebrate. My publisher, She Writes Press, landed Ingram Publishing as a distributor. Excellent news for me and my memoir, Loveyoubye.
Bottom line what this means is that I’ll have a sales force behind me, men and women who will go out and pimp my book. I’ll also be eligible to get reviewed by Publisher’s Weekly. And then as part of getting Ingram on board, SWP streamlined and improved all of its metadata. This is also a biggie. This is the configuration that optimizes the chances of a book selling. Only thing, Loveyoubye will now only be coming out in April 2014, instead of next month. I was so ready to get the whole thing over with, so ready to get my naked body and soul out there, to have the neighbors look askance at me, to have my ex-husband sue me, (I’m kidding about this . . . I think), to ignore negative reviews. Ah, well, later.
I saw the notification in the comment section on my website a couple of days ago when I managed to crawl into my writing studio for a few minutes after spending the previous four days alternating between my bed and Jake’s leather chair with the flu. The real deal. The kind that zaps your nerve endings, that makes you wish you didn’t have so many body parts to hurt, that makes you go from burrowed beneath every blanket in the house to standing naked in front of the fan, that makes reading impossible, that gives you a headache that morphine won’t stop (actually, that might work). Worst of all, the kind that gave Jake one false hope after another that I would throw the ball for him on one of my many visits to the throne. I would’ve if it didn’t take so much energy.