Yesterday I found a box of THESE on my doorstep:
|Indigo Court Series: Book 3|
July 3, 2012
When I posted the picture on Twitter and Facebook, someone asked me, “Does it ever get old—seeing a new book come out?”
There’s always a thrill to seeing a new book come out—always the hope and fear of “Will my readers love it?” Always the lump in the pit of my stomach whispering, “What if it doesn’t sell well? What if this all evaporates and goes away?” And always the satisfaction of, “I did it again! I managed to do it again!” And a little bit of “I can’t believe I get to do what I love for a living!” (At least, the latter is for those of us who are career authors and write for a living)
The feeling does change over the years—it’s true that nothing can quite compete with holding that first book, hot off the press, in your hands--seeing your words in print. I remember when Trancing the Witch’s Wheel came out. I cried. I cried so hard, because I’d waited so long, worked so hard, to get my first contract, and finally, FINALLY, my dreams and goals were coming true.
So, just like all firsts—there can never be another moment quite like that.
However, when my first novel was published, that moment was SO close to that first moment. Because I’d always wanted to be a novelist—that had been my first goal, rather than being a nonfiction writer—and seeing my first published novel (which was the eighth novel I actually wrote) in my hands, well, I cried all over again.
All the other books…well, they’ve always been causes for celebration, and I truly believe that writers should celebrate each new release—especially before the bad reviews and nasty feedback start coming (because I guarantee, there will be that).
So yes, it’s always exciting, always thrilling. It never gets old, but it’s never quite like the first book.
And remember: I have a contest up on my website to help my readers celebrate the upcoming release! Be sure to follow directions. J