Finally! After five years of sweat, diligence, and
persistence, I finally got to see one of my YA novels make it to the shelves of
Barnes & Noble! It was as if I had won the Academy Awards, the Noble Peace Prize and the Lottery all at once! And my publisher is working like crazy to get my other books
there as well. For two solid days I walked around with a grin plastered on my face. Yep, two days of sheer ecstasy. And then, the reality kicked in. What if
they don’t sell, then what?
I fell from the top of Mt. Olympus into a heap on
the ground when it dawned on me that if my books don’t succeed in that coveted
realm, I’d be doomed. OK, maybe not doomed, but challenged. I had nightmares
that my titles were thrown into the bargain book bins along with last year’s
calendars and some cookbooks left over from whatever craze went out of style.
I panicked. Something I can do quite well – panic first
and work backwards from there! I posted a boosted ad on Facebook. I called
relatives that I hadn’t spoken to since the Carter administration. I even
pleaded with my husband to put on a disguise and buy a few books from our local
Barnes and Noble. (That did not go over well).
“Have you totally lost your mind? You want me to put
on a disguise to go buy your book? The last guy who wore a disguise in one of
those stores got arrested. They thought he was about to rob the place!”
Feel free to post and tweet about this! I might be able to get some sleep after all!
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