Today my little book goes into the world.
It’s funny, I thought I’d be a nervous wreck today (as I was in the weeks leading up to this moment) but really, the prevailing feeling is one of calm. Peace even. And extreme gratitude.
A few days back, with the help of some very wise words from Deb Anna, I had a moment of insight. I realized that all this pre-pub stress I was feeling was about me trying to control something that couldn’t be controlled. Sure, there are things I can continue to do — connections to make, events and readings, bookstores to visit, but ultimately what happens with Promise Not to Tell from here on out is in the hands of the fates.
And that’s not so bad. It was the fates that helped me to write the book – lining up seemingly random coincidences (a dead crow, a spooky cabin in the woods, the discovery of a group of run down shacks built by back-to-the-landers) that helped me to shape Promise into the story it became. So I have to trust that the forces that helped me pull my story together will now take it wherever it wants and needs to go.
Let’s move on to the gratitude part. I want to thank everyone here – my fellow Debutantes, and all of the wonderful friends we’ve made – for the tremendous support and encouragement you’ve given me over these last months. So many of you have gone out of your way, both on and off the blog, to help me and my book along. Your kindness and generosity mean the world to me. And I’m so glad you’re all here to share this moment. Thank you.
Now go forth and meet the Potato Girl – don’t be afraid. If you don’t cross her, you should be just fine…