This past Friday I had two books in line to be published, one with Samhain, a series, and one with Loose-Id. The lovely editors at Loose-Id have deemed me worthy of publishing yet another of my books. I'm flattered, flabbergasted and utterly overwhelmed. What the hell do I do now?
Step 1: Chill the hell out.
Step 2: Have a glass of wine to help with the chilling out.
Step 3: Watch a feel good movie like Juno or the behind-the-scenes extras from The Lord of the Rings extended Editions (hey, everyone has their vices).
Step 4: Be amazed that by summer of next year I will have four books published and out in the world for readers to enjoy.
Step 4 continues to stump me. I have this problem with tweaking. No, I don't mean tweaking as in hallucinating. I mean that my characters and the worlds I build with words are never good enough. It's not me I'm trying to make them good enough for...it's you, the reader. I want you captivated. I want you on the edge of your seat. I want you so turned on your significant other will be thanking me the next morning for writing whatever it was that made you randy. I don't need to write the next great novel, but I do need to write something that will make a person smile.
I want you to smile and then I want you to throw down the book/reading device and commit to going in search of that elusive something you think you're missing in your life. A book did that for me. It inspired me to turn on my computer, jot down some new ideas, and turn those ideas into a story with characters that are as real to me as my cat...who is currently tearing up my new furniture with her claws. Thanks, cat. Love you too.
But most importantly thanks to the readers. I may be a new author, but each little inkling I get of those out there reading my books gives me the courage and strength to keep writing.
I'm a geek with a sometimes wacked out imagination.