So what does an author do while waiting to hear if her book is going to sell? Honestly, I have no idea what anyone else does. But as for me -
I've bargained with the powers that be. Checked my email so many times a day that I'm starting to get that same dirty, depressed feeling I get in Vegas when I pump 20 bucks into a slot machine and don't win a dime. Seriously. I am the world's worst gambler. But I digress.
I've stopped calling certain friends because I KNOW they will ask the question. You know. THE QUESTION. "Heard yet?" Or worse, something along the lines of "When's your book going to be out?" Because if they ask it, I get to mentally kick myself for ever mentioning it in the first place, which I didn't for the longest time and then did and well... you get the point.
And I'm wondering if this has all been the best way to start my spanking brand new blog. Could have talked about how I'm reading Daniel Pinkwater's The Education of Robert Nifkin and have absolutely fallen in love with Daniel Pinkwater. Why didn't anyone tell me about him?
Could have talked about the G8 summit. Or how really, really, really thin Amy Winehouse has gotten. Or Rob and Big's new mini horse. Or how I'm trying to find the cash to go to the SCBWI LA conference in August.
All for another time.