One of the many things I love about being an author today is that I don’t have to spend release day alone, wondering if anyone knows the book is out, if they can find it in the stores, and—if they are reading it—how they are liking it.
Writing is a solitary business. Before I ever had a book published, one of the most difficult things to do was to keep at it—to keep getting up at 4 a.m. and falling asleep with my face on the keyboard. To give up so many simple pleasures—gardening, weaving, sewing, reading, genealogy, television—and give over that time to writing.
It’s difficult to make those bargains when you know that nobody is waiting for your book. Nobody will miss it if it’s never published. Nobody is pushing you to finish. You’ve made no promises to anyone except yourself—and those are the hardest promises to keep.
I’ve been communicating with so many of you all year long, waiting for this day, hoping that when it came, the book would be worth the wait.
And so, thank you for all of the emails, messages, comments and posts. Thank you for letting me know that you are out there.