Most people probably think a writer spends a book release like this:
|Yay! Party time!|
Or maybe like this:
Or, possibly, like this:
|If you'd had too much to drink, you'd see a penguin in this picture.|
With the rise of social media, release day sometimes looks more like this:
|Waiting for real-time comments on a guest blog.|
Between the social media feeds, guest blogs, virtual tours, and other online activities (not to mention edits on the next book--usually well under way by the time of the previous book's release) it's easy to succumb to the temptation to spend the book's birthday laboring at the keys.
Given the many (apt) analogies between a book release and giving birth, laboring might be appropriate, but it's not much fun.
You know what else is no fun?
Coming down with the sinus flu a week before your book release.
|Trust me, this is about how I look right now.|
Which means my week-before-book release looked a lot more like this:
|Actually, I wish I could sleep this soundly.|
Authors often have high expectations for book releases. Will readers like it? Will critics love it? Will sales numbers meet the publisher's (often high) expectations? Will anyone comment on guest blogs? Will anyone CARE?
|Iga Castle Tiger Cares.|
In the midst of all the excitement and anxiety, it's easy to forget what a book release really means--especially when you've got a couple of previous book releases under your belt.
Releasing a book is seeing a dream made real.
It doesn't matter how many times you do it, or how many books you write. The day your story goes on sale, you open a door to the world you lived in (mostly alone) for weeks, or months, or years. You invite other people in to look around and stay a while.
Book releases breathe life into an author's curated dreams. They let us share our characters and our stories with the world. Some people may tell you that magic isn't real. Well, Virginia, I'm here to tell you those people have never had a book release--or any other dream become reality.
It's easy to push the joyful moments of our lives aside. To be too busy, too cool, or too knocked out on NyQuil to take the time to truly celebrate. Not just with booze and penguins, but with real joy--in whatever form it takes for you.
And remember: this doesn't just apply to book releases.
Several times, on my recent trip to Japan, I stopped and reminded myself to savor the moment. To stand in the forest and simply enjoy the trees.
|Near the peak of Mt. Mizen--Miyajima Island, Japan|
--Susan...who probably took a little too much cold medicine before writing this entry.