Posted July 15, 2011 by
Tuesday was the best mail day ever. Greg and I got home from looking at apartments (the housing saga continues, albeit in Santa Monica now) and there was a large, very heavy box from Penguin sitting outside the front door. I got Vera to help me open it.
I already knew what was in it, had been waiting for days for it to arrive.
“What is it, Mama?” Vera asked over and over.
“It’s my book, baby. Mama wrote a book.”
She was into it for about 30 more seconds after that. Well, she actually sat on the couch with me long enough to listen to me read a paragraph about her in one of the last chapters.
Then she hopped off and said, “Let’s play bubbles, Mama!” and I said, “Okay!” and we went outside in the late afternoon sunshine and blew bubbles into the warm breeze.
And while Vera chased the bubbles with a stick and Greg took a nap, I stared up into the mountains above the house and took in the idea that my book exists in physical form. I thought about how it’s only been six months since I sold it. How it’s only been four months since I finished it. And how now dozens of copies are in my living room. Dozens of copies are sitting in the Penguin offices, and other random places already. People besides my husband are actually reading it. Well, him too.
I thought most of all about my parents. I thought about all the books I’ve ever read, all the characters I’ve ever fallen in love with, the people in these books who have become part of my life somehow, and how that’s going to happen now with my parents. They will become known to so many people, maybe even loved and remembered. And how that’s more than I could have ever asked for.
Note: These are just paperback advance reader copies created mostly to send out to other authors and to media personnel. The official hardcover version will be available February 2, 2012 and is available for pre-order on Amazon.