I can't be the only writer who doesn't dream about getting on the NYT bestseller list.
I really don't want to be on that list. I think it would be too much pressure.
I don't need to be on any lists to be happy.
I really just want to handle my book in ... book form.
Sure, I could have it privately published, there are lots of companies online that would do that.
But it's not the same.
My dream would be this: A medium-sized brown cardboard box delivered right to my doorstep from a well-known publisher. I bring the box inside and stare at it for a while; I don't want to rush the moment. I carefully slice open the tape, pull back the sides, push away the packing material and there it is.
It smells good; like toxic glue and fresh cut paper.
It sounds good; the paper is still stiff and the spine crackles in anticipation of being opened for the first time.
It looks good; it has a really awesome cover, not cheesy!
It feels good; smooth and shiny new!
I personally don't feel it will be necessary to taste it, but to each his own.
So, is that so much to ask?
Really at this point I just want someone to read it!
I got some good feedback about critique partners and groups from the HQN forum. I am still debating on sending it.
One of the responders said (paraphrasing) the need to get feedback outweighed the worry of sharing.
I may be at that point.
Didn't write this morning. Wondering if I'm just too distracted or if my writing brain is trying to tell me something. Just have to think on it a while.
The weekend will once again be busy so we shall see if I have the willpower to sit down and get some pages written.