Happy Monday, guys! I’m hoping everyone has survived their food comas and Easter candy induced sugar highs! Now that it’s back to business, I’d like to discuss a certain substantial milestone in any author’s life that’s one for the books (heh, see what I did there?). That’s right, physically holding your novel in your hands for the very first time.
My anticipation sort of got the best of me during this tumultuous wait. First step, obsessively track your package. Second, pace the house. See a movie. Distract yourself any way you know how because OMG, where is my book already?!? Well, mine came while I was stuck working an eight hour shift. Two hours into my work-day, and my lovely boyfriend (no, he really is, but dang dude) decided to send me a picture of the package that had just arrived. The book!
Normally, being the employee of the year that I am, I’d demand that he hop in his vehicle with package in hand so I could hide in the bathroom and text Kate mirror selfies of me and our book. Alas, it was incredibly busy that day, and I knew no matter how painful it would be, I’d have to wait until I got home to get my hands on it. Boo.
After what seemed like an eternity, I rushed home, scooped my package up from the table and very carefully opened the box. And there it was. I think a Sarah McLachlan song started playing in the background, and for once it wasn’t about sad puppies and kitties. My heart was beating fast, and I lifted that book from it’s packaging like it was as breakable as an egg shell. I slid my hand across the glossy cover, opened it up and smelled the pages, and I’m pretty sure if anyone would have seen me, they would have thought I was ready for a straitjacket. It’s true, I went straight up Gollum when I held that paper-bound copy in my hands.
Okay, all kidding aside, it was seriously a moment I’ll never forget. Sharing that moment with Kate via phone, sending her pictures of our paperback baby from pretty much every angle, celebrating because it was finally real…our names were there on the cover and this was it.
It’s surreal to see your words made into an actual book. These words that we slaved over, words that we fell in love with are finally their own living, breathing entity. It’s amazing! Meeting your paperback baby is like being reunited with a long lost friend. Like seeing the one person you’ve been looking for after an incredibly long search. Simply put, meeting your novel is like coming home.
Well, that’s my story. Now, tell us yours! What was it like seeing and touching your paperback for the first time? If you’ve yet to be published, how do you imagine it will feel? Sharing is caring, y’all, we’d love to know your experiences, or what you anticipate it will feel like when your day in the sun comes!
Leave your thoughts in the comments below. Until next time! 🙂