So, I was walking by a used bookstore in my town today and happened to glance at the front window. This is what I saw reflected back at me:
Take a close look, peeps. That’s my debut novel in the window.
My first thought was : cool, my book’s in the window for everyone to see!
My second thought was : wait a minute: why is my book in a used bookstore? That means someone who bought it – or worse, someone whom I gave it to as a present – actually donated it to the store. They didn’t want to keep it forever!
My third thought was : how dare they!!!
My fourth thought was : wake up and smell the coffee, Felicia. You’re not Nora Roberts. No one is going to keep your books for posterity, except for your family and close friends ( I hope!!)
My fifth thought: Oh. My. God! They hated it! They didn’t even think it was worthy enough to keep in their homes, on a bookshelf, tucked away getting dusty and molded. It was so terrible they wanted it out of their house. Forever.
My sixth and final thought was: get over yourself.
So, how was your day?
When I’m not having an ego crisis, here’s where you can find me…