I love getting parcels in the mail. I consider them to be prezzies, even if the contents were purchased by me. Yesterday’s parcel, hands down, was the best I have received in my life.
“What, Eliza? What was it?”
But not just a book. MY book. Written and illustrated by me! ERMAGAWD!
I squealed with glee extracting the book from the package. I grinned like a fool walking back to the house. I sat on the couch and held it lovingly. And then …
… I burst into tears.
It was like having a baby. Okay, not really like having a baby. I had three, and literally speaking this was nothing like having a baby. But roll with me here. The stages of publishing a book have definite similarities.
Stage 1: Contemplation – “Gee, I should write a book someday.”
Stage 2: Other People’s Insistence – “You should totally write a book!”
Stage 3: Resistance – “No way. I am so not ready to write a book.”
Stage 4: Decision – “I am totally going to write a book.”
Stage 5: Realization – “Holy shit! I am writing a book!”
Stage 6: Labour – “Frig, this is a lot of work!”
Stage 7: Delivery – “It’s here! ERMAGAWD it’s here!”
Which leads to me sitting on the couch, book in hand, crying …
Stage 8: Angst – “I did it! Now what on earth do I do with it?”
See? Just like having a baby … without the morning sickness, weight gain, and labour pain.
The crying didn’t last long, and I am back to excited. I can’t wait to share it with you all. This copy is the proof, so first I need to make sure all my i’s are dotted and my t’s are crossed.
Next week I will have further exciting news … because there is more than just the book.
I know! It just keeps getting better.