My book will be available in stores on March 29 and I am hyper-focusing on that date as I have not obsessed on a date since the labor and delivery of my sons. March 29 will come and go without much notice for the rest of the world, as it spins through spring break and on to Easter. Only for me, does everything come to a screeching halt on March 29. Life as I know it will cease.
On March 29.
When I was hyper-focusing on the due date of my children, I imagined life as a mother. I expected fulfillment of dreams and transcendence into a new level of existence. I sewed crib bumpers, laundered onesies in Dreft, and debated cloth versus disposable. As it turns out, actual motherhood is less about crib bumpers and more about being The Person who makes sure a fragile infant lives and thrives. Once they were born it was like wearing a shock collar as a constant reminder of their utter dependence, although I never needed a jolt of electricity to remind me. Once they were born, it was as if some of my vital organs left to live outside of my body. You don’t forget where you left your heart and lungs.
I suspect that life after publication will be less about published bliss and more about dealing with the new reality that part of my imagination has begun living outside of my head. The characters and setting created in my mind will take published form and, although Harper Collins will do their part, the book’s survival will be up to me. A book lives as long as it is being read and my job is to make sure that readers know it exists. I’ll be busy doing all I can do to ensure the survival of my baby fiction. And I won’t need a shock collar to remember where I left my imagination.
Any life changing dates in your future?