Did you hear that? That was the sound of PUSH GIRL leaving my plate for the time being and heading off to greener pastures.
Oh man. That feels weird.
So, does this mean I can actually have some free time again?
Hahaha! Yeah, right. I have a quick research trip coming up and then I'm diving back into IRL head first. You know me, I hate free time...even when it comes to my writing life.
And, let's be real, not worrying about the actual writing/revising of PUSH GIRL doesn't mean I'm not worrying about the book at all. Oh no. Now that it's out of my hands, I have nothing to do with myself BUT worry about it.
I've realized through this whole process that I am a total paranoid stress case about everything. Yes, I stress about big things like my (gorgeous) cover and blurbs (gah), but I'm even freaking out majorly over small, dumb things like my author website and facebook page. Every email that arrives in my inbox, even the spam, causes me to flail and tear out my hair. It's unhealthy, yo, and I'm hoping I can learn to handle the immense pressure, stress, and drama of the coming months.
I think I'm going to need lots of CrossFit, lots of naps, and lots of chocolate. And hopefully the last thing doesn't cancel out the first thing.
It's just so weird when everyone talks about publishing/their debut process taking so LONG. So many rounds of editorial revisions, so many months (or even years!) between deal and pub date, all this time to wonder if anything is actually happening or if it's all been some surreal dream. My experience, from beginning to end, has been so totally and completely opposite. Yes, it still feels like a surreal dream, but more because things have been moving at the speed of light. So quickly, in fact, that it's almost been too fast. I want to borrow that time from those other debut authors who are waiting around twiddling their thumbs. I need it!
So, PUSH GIRL comes out in less than six months. And for the next six months, instead of lunging around drinking mai tais, I'll be running around in a hot panic, screaming frantically every time I get a new email. I'm going to be a treat to be around, you guys. An absolute treat.