There’s nothing like it when the UPS guy delivers the big heavy box with your books in it. Yours. The books you created believable characters for, the books you built a suspenseful, exciting, meaningful, romantic story for, the books you had a fabulous cover made for, and the books you dreamed of holding in your own two hands one day.
Now that day has arrived. You tear open the box. The smell hits you first–the cardboard, the fresh print, the paper as you flip through the pages. You pick one up and rub the smooth, colourful cover over and over as if stroking a baby’s soft head. You hold it up to your nose and breath in the depth of it. Like a baby, your book is raw and fresh and new, and you love it more than anything else. It’s your baby.
It’s funny how whether you’ve had one book published or five books published, it’s the same uplifting experience every time. Just the same as if you’ve had one child or five children. Willow Wisp is my fifth book and the third and last in the trilogy that began with A Cloud of Hawthorne. I’m very excited about it. Even though in some ways the book is old to me. I wrote it, read it, edited it a gazillion times and read it a gazillion more. Still it’s that newness all over again.
I know you were hoping to hear how my online dating is going and maybe to hear about some actual dates I’ve had, but I’m obsessed with my new book at the moment. I’m in love with another…book. Sorry to disappoint. Perhaps once the dust settles (it always does) we can revisit dating and match and all that jazz but truth be known, not much is going on in that area so you’re not missing a thing. Give me another week or three. Things may improve. Maybe.
Till then, read Willow Wisp and enjoy it. In fact, read the whole darn trilogy and have fun escaping into another world. It’s always worth it.
Now, if you’ll please excuse me while I go back to smelling my books.