I will never get sick of saying that, I don’t think. My author copies of Rebellion arrived last week, and as I opened the box I wondered whether anyone ever could get tired of the way that feels. All those words, all those hours, all that work (and not just mine: in any book, there’s the writer, there’s editors, copy editors, artists, publishers, PR guys, printers, warehouse guys…).
And suddenly, you’re holding a book. I’ll come back to that.
Anyway. Yes. Launching.
Blood and Feathers: Rebellion is published on July 9th. However, Solaris and Forbidden Planet have been awesome enough (for which read: I’m driving them crazy with the “YAY!” and the “WOOOHOOOO!” and my generally excited demeanour) to arrange a launch event on Thursday 27th June, at the Forbidden Planet Megastore in central London. There’s also a Facebook event page, which you’ll find here.
This means that anyone rocking up to the launch will be able to get a copy well before the actual proper publication day.
Which is on the one hand fantastic, and on the other (for me, at least) terrifying. Because the other lovely thing about the box of author copies is that they’re among the first ones that exist. It’s a kind of grace period, if you like: I get to cuddle my brand-new book without yet having to panic about what everyone else will think of it.
That bit comes later.
And it will come. I’m expecting it any time now, as it happens.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe, having done this once, I thought I’d be calmer about it.
(Alright, Dean. Dial it down a notch, yeah?)
I am just as neurotic about the whole thing as I was before. Possibly more so. Because I’ve done this before.
There’s something about being a debut novelist. You’re all shiny and new and untested – and you have no idea what’s coming. All this in itself is worth something, and it’s wonderful. But you only get to do it once. After that, you have to earn it. More than that, you have to convince people that not only was the first thing you did worth their time and money… the next one is too. And the one after it. And the one after that…
Give me a second…
So your grace period is not only filled with “Ohmygodwillpeoplelikethis?”, it’s now mixed in with a healthy dose of “OhmygodhaveIearnedthis?”.
Of course, not only is there the knuckle-chewing neurosis, there’s the ridiculous excitement.
(No, Dean. There is no pudding.)
Because while Second Book Syndrome is just as nerve-rending – if not more so – than the first time round, you still wrote a damn book. And someone published it, and now it has a spine and pages and a cover. A cover! Someone took your crazy and actually bound it! And then put a pretty picture on the front of it!
And maybe more even than that: you remember.
You remember how it felt when the first book was fresh out there in the world, and the first person told you that they liked it; that they got it. And it was like the best kind of drug.
Am I nervous? Yes. Am I excited? You bet.
Will I ever get tired of doing this, neuroses included?