My book comes out in 81 days. Not that I am obsessing or anything. Mia’s fab book, Good Things, comes out on the same day. It is nice to know that when I go clinically insane from first book anxiety I’ll know someone else in the booby hatch. Plus we’ll each have something to read to pass the time.
I’ve always liked bookstores and libraries. The clean fallen leaf smell of books makes me relax. Running a finger over the book spines – like speed bumps on the shelves – each one saying “slow down- take a look at me.” I’ve found the shelf that will hold my future book. Due to alphabet destiny I’ll be shelved next to Robin Cook. I hope if I am next to the book Coma it doesn’t make future readers fear they’ll go in a coma if they read it. This is the level of things I worry about.
Now that I’ve joined the Debs I’ve checked out their future shelf real estate. I once found the M shelf – future home of Jennifer’s book, Promise Not to Tell, in a state of disregard. I got a few paper towels from the bathroom and dusted all the books on her future shelf. I can’t have my new friend moving into a dust zone, not with a book of such caliber. Mia and Kristy (Catching Genius) have Stephen King as a neighbor so they may want to leave on the lights if they scare easily. Poor Tish is putting her book, Town House, near both Robin Cook and me. I hope she doesn’t think I’m bringing the shelf values down. Anna and her novel, Party Girl are a shelf down under D – “HEY keep the noise down over there!”
Perhaps when my book comes out I’ll try and improve curb appeal by planting flowers near the C shelf or leave warm chocolate chip cookies or fresh baked bread near the area. Real estate agents say smell is a huge motivator for buying. I have this dream where I cry out “getting warmer, warmer, RED HOT!” as various patrons peruse the shelves and get closer to my book. It is possible – despite my great love for bookstores – I may be asked to leave.