It’s one week until Christmas, less than that, actually. Two things happened yesterday. One was 100 people received a copy of my new release via a Goodreads giveaway. Last night I noticed 3 people were already reading. Writing a book is like being naked in front of a table filled with all your favorite foods. You really want to enjoy it, but you’re naked, so it’s awkward.
The other thing was our annual family Christmas play. Each year I scope out the options for entertainment and select something that forces my family to dress up. This year was Rudolph and it was a junior musical which meant the actors were mainly kids. My own kids, all very close to if not already twenty, sat politely through it all. Our oldest, home from college less than 24 hours, watched the end of the Cowboys game. As I contemplated my feelings about this, I noticed a gentleman seated across from me bouncing his seat so ardently, it squeaked like a love making headboard. In his lap was a baby in footed pajamas paying no more attention to the play than my own son.
I turned my attention back to the play. In less than 7 days my second novel will be released on Amazon and the family seated around me will pile on the couch or club chairs in our living room to open gifts. Will everyone be happy? Unlikely, but we’ll all be present and willing. Thats the gift, I guess. The willingness, especially! I hope you don’t lose your mind trying to make Christmas this week and God, I hope you like my book!
All my best~ Penelope