Today the book is out and so I’m sitting in a back room of the Pasadena Central Library in the same chair where I wrote most of PLUS ONE, under a tall window and a table away from a pungent homeless gentleman watching “Rambo” on a portable DVD player.
Oh glamorous publication day! It feels weird and scary and exciting and a little sad. Things are always best for me just before they happen. When you tear open the bag of Mint Milanos. When you lay your head down to sleep. When you put down the needle on a new record. Now that this book that I poured so much of myself into is actually out… it’s gone. Into the world.
Of course people will think what they think, and the healthy thing for me to do now is hunker down and write and not worry about the response. But let’s just say I get a tiny bit weird about approval.
It’s taking all the self-control I possess right now not to switch over and check my Amazon sales ranking right now (OK, I lose: #71,456. How sad is that? I’m just 70-some-thousand books below “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up” and “The Zero Belly Diet”!).
OK, stop. It’s a happy day and a proud one and when I was looking at the Amazon page I found a super-nice review from a book blogger at VoxLibris who said the book made her “laugh so hard I thought I’d pulled a stomach muscle.” I’m glad she enjoyed; I really hope her stomach is OK.
Anyhow, all of this is to say that I’m a bit of a wreck today, worried and overthinking and all up in my own business. The answer to all this silliness, I know, is only as far away as a nice long walk outside with the dog and some time with the kids and a reminder that maybe that cruel, unforgivable reviewer at PW isn’t so far off, in an ultimate sense anyhow: we’re all pretty inconsequential.