When I was mired in researching publishers and agents, reading about how to catch the eye of the aforementioned publishers/agents, writing query letters, and dreaming of that elusive, “Yes, we’d love to publish your book!” reply, I used to peruse published authors’ sites and sigh in jealousy over their launch parties. “Someday,” I told myself, “that will be you, Becky, and what a fine party it will be.”
Well, someday came last Sunday, and it was very fine indeed. I was surrounded by a vast number of friends and family in a friend’s event barn, and I felt overwhelmed by the love they all showed me in attending and cheering me on. I was able to practice my first reading, and I only cried twice (note to self: no more reading the dedication and acknowledgements aloud because you CANNOT HANDLE IT); afterwards, I had my first book signing and felt like the real deal.
Next up: A reading at the college where I’ve taught for thirteen years:
THERE WILL BE NO CRYING.